Memories of you

An older man wearing a fresh-pressed white shirt asks if I know where he could find Easter candy. ‘It’s down there past the matzoh’ I reply, pointing to the other end of seasonal.

‘I’m shopping for my sister, she really loves those peeps.’  

‘Really?’ I smile. Clearly, he’s not done talking, so we both walk towards the packs of blue and pink chicks.

After Easter service every year I put peeps on her grave... you know, it cheers her up.’    

Thanks man in aisle 5. You cheered me up too.