Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: ZEST (10/01/15)
- TITLE: The Secret Ingredient
By Amanda Septer
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Her warm smile and conspiratorial wink made me smile. I must be pretty important if she was going to share her secret with me. It really wasn’t a secret, but that was her gift; making people feel special and important. A gift she bestowed liberally.
Her system of giving usually revolved around the telephone. Her calls were quick and welcome. She did not gossip. She did not call out of need. She genuinely wanted to know how you were.
“How did the surgery go? How are the kids? Are you enjoying summer? Haven’t heard from you in a while, thought I’d check in.”
She wasn’t sure she liked the new fancy answering machines. She would only leave one message.
“One, one, seven, oh,” the last four digits of her phone number.
Even the short message brought a smile and the comfort of knowing you were thought of.
If you were privileged to meet her in person, the acquaintance only needed to be five seconds old before you were on hugging terms. All men, five to fifty, were henceforth known as Lover-boy and the women Dolly. She would make you tea in the afternoon and serve you some of her secret recipe cookies.
Her most precious love was saved for her husband. The man she lived with and cared for, for almost 70 years. They were not an overtly romantic couple, but their love was strong and lasting. He’d tease her and she would pretend to be offended.
“He’s got his smarts again.” She’d huff.
We all knew she wasn’t mad. They’d flirt and laugh and watch Wheel of Fortune together. At 85 and unable to drive, a card and a Sweet Marie candy bar were still given on Valentine’s Day. Not displayed publicly, but it could be seen sitting on the dresser in their room. There will be no plays written in tribute to their love, but the strength of it would make Romeo and Juliet’s appear fickle by comparison.
Cancer took her before any of us were ready to let her go. She loved her savior and was ready to go home, but the void it left for us was painful. No more rib breaking hugs. No more calls to see how you were. No more Sweet Marie candy bars on Valentine’s Day. She had reflected her heavenly father’s love into our lives and the world seemed darker without her. Her life was humble but her love was grand. Just like our secret ingredient, she brightened everything up.
Her legacy has been built into four generations. Her lessons on love and caring for others have been passed down from mother to daughter, grandmother to granddaughter. I can only hope to be remembered someday as I remember her: a passionate wife, an adoring mother, a committed friend and a reflection of her savior. Like her, I hope to be the secret ingredient that brightens everything up.
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