R.I.P. Paul Mundt
This past weekend was an interesting one. I had planned to visit friends in my old stomping grounds of Vancouver and then drive across the line Sunday to visit my dear old mumsie and Grandfather for Mother’s Day. My Grandfather, who’s been living with my Mother for some time now, died on Sunday as I was on the way to their house. Yes, my Grandfather died on Sunday and where was I? Sitting in a Dairy Queen parking lot. I cannot think of a scene more perfect than my walking into my Mother’s house, half melted DQ Sundae in hand, a mere 20mins after my Grandfather had passed away.
My Grandfather had always been a sweets fiend, especially for ice cream, so I find it wholly appropriate that I should miss the moment of his passing because of a hankering for a sundae. A friend of my Mother’s said that maybe he had chosen to die on Mother’s Day so that his daughters would always remember him. I personally believe that he chose to die while I was at Dairy Queen so that whenever I eat sweets I will think of him. So Mor Fa, I love you and will miss you and every time I stuff my piggy little face I’ll be thinking of you!
xoxox
Julia
