My mother loved PEEPS. Every Easter she bought them, as treats for the grandkids, she said. But she ended up eating them all.
As she lay in hospice care in her home, I brought her a package of them. She was only able to enjoy a nibble at a time, but she relished each bite. That was last Easter season, as she died a year ago today. My sister and I will never be able to see PEEPS again without tearing up.
"Dear God, will you please tell our Mama that her children love and miss her? "
Mom...we are carrying on. But sorry...as much as we love you...we have not found anyone to carry on your PEEPS tradition. No-one will eat those sugary little guys!