Never Pass a Lemonade Stand

Today I met Cheryl (Aunt Chebyl to you) for lunch. We had a lovely time and laughed and sighed over Kenna stories. On the way home, I passed a small lemonade stand on our street. I turned around and went back. Even though it was later in the day, the girls screeched and said "Are you going to buy our lemonade? You're our first costumer!" Well, of course I was going to have their lemonade because I taught you all early on never pass a lemonade stand for a myriad of reasons. You continued that tradition and told all family members to heed that rule or else! When we had your celebration of life, your Uncle Mike and Aunt Jill and Cousin Chris were driving up from Santa Rosa, as they had many times. When they got to our street, they inexplicably took a wrong turn and came upon a lemonade stand. Heeding your words, they stopped and bought lemonade. They brought me a cup as well. Your Aunt Jill spoke of it at your celebration as a sign that your were with us. It was such a Kenna thing to do on such an overwhelmingly emotional day.

So today, I drank a cup in your honor and gave them a twenty dollar bill I had in my pocket. When they jumped up and hugged me, I realized one was dressed in a crayon suit and the other in banana suit. "Now who does that sound like?" I thought. Another "In your face" moment brought to you by Kenna.