Last month I had to say, “goodbye for now,” to one of my all-time favorite people, my Mamaw Ferris, my grandmother on my dad’s side of the family. At the funeral visitation I asked as many people as I could what was the first thing that came to mind when they thought of her, and the overwhelming answer by far was pie. Coconut cream. Apple. Chocolate. Custard. Rhubarb. Everyone had a different favorite because she cooked so many of them so well.
Okay, think about that for a minute. You live almost 88 years of a rich, full life and the single word that comes to mind when most of your family thinks of you is pie? All I have to say is, “Life well lived!”
Seriously, what can better than pie? There’s a lot of great stuff packed in that delicious, three letter word. Pies remind us of family gatherings and celebrations. They remind us of joy and laughter and fun. They remind us of the sweetest things in life.