At 82, I Found

thought.

He had not forgotten.

He had failed to notice.

At dinner that Sunday, with Diane, Peter, their spouses, and the grandchildren gathered around the table, Frank placed the blue ribbon beside the mashed potatoes.

“What’s that?” asked Lily, Diane’s youngest.

“Your grandmother’s,” Frank said. “She won it for apple pie.”

Lily picked it up carefully. “Grandma continue reading …