We were talking about Jewish food the other day and I told a story about Phyllis and the diner on queens Blvd in Elmhurst.  Jeff, Phyllis and I would go  there every so often.  Phyllis would always order a bacon cheeseburger with fries.  The first time we went there I asked what's with the bacon and cheese and meat, she just gave me THAT look (you know the look), smilingly  told me to mind my own business and continued to devour it.  She was a pip, for sure.

When I visited Phyllis in CA, I think it was the year before she passed, we all went to this  little antique shop somewhere.  I bought a little pitcher that was similar  one I already had.  I used that little pitcher almost every morning for milk in my coffee,  but I broke it a couple of months ago.  I started crying because I remembered when I got it with Phyllis.  Miss you and Jeff so often.