thoughts of cinnamon toast

shared by Marlo R. Beall, her sister

Earlier today, Ava asked me if she could have some cinnamon. So we decided to make some cinnamon toast. She buttered the bread and we combined some sugar and cinnamon in a small bowl; we sprinkled it onto the bread, and popped it in the toaster oven. It was yummy!

My sisters and I would make both "sugar toast" and cinnamon toast when we were kids. It's funny that the girls hadn't been introduced to it yet as part of their childhood. Andrew and his siblings used to make cinnamon toast while growing up too.

Both the sweetened toast and cinnamon in general make me think of Cindy. Specifically, I always recall the song lyric from the beautiful song that Cindy's friend Abby wrote, and sang at her memorial services...

"Cyn... you're sweet like cinnamon, how I wish  I could see your face again..."

thoughts of angelic occasions

shared by Marlo R. Beall, her sister

Last Friday, June 30th, we commemorated our cousin Zoe's birthday. She would have been 21 years old this year. While we were remembering her, I believe that she, Cindy, and all our dearly departed loved ones were celebrating in heaven as well.

Since it was her 21st birthday, the Rabuy and Inciong families gathered at a lovely winery to share memories of Zoe, and to raise a glass in her honor. Many of our family members can't help but think of Cindy when we think of Zoe. It's comforting to know that although we miss both of them terribly, that they have each other.