Sizzler

Driving home the other day, I noticed the Sizzler near my home was being torn down. I was saddened by this. It was a nice go to place after church, though I hadn't been in a month of Sundays, but it was also a place that held history for my family.

It was the restaurant where my family celebrated my Grandma's last birthday. I can clearly recall my whole family in the "private" section spending time with each other, eating, laughing, not knowing it would be the last time we would share a meal with my Grandma, not knowing it would be her last birthday on earth, not knowing it would be one of the last times we would see her alert and not in a coma having continuous mini-strokes.

It was the site where Whitney, Melody, and I went after they had their surprise meeting with Jory. They had been home for Christmas and they came over so we could have dinner and catch up on our Christmases. I went to get my jacket so we could leave, and go to Sizzler, and I returned with three-week-old Jory sleeping in his carseat. They were shocked to say the least. They were still flabbergasted as we ate our steak, seafood, and salad.

It might have been Layla's first restaurant visit in the US and the place we celebrated Rowan's second birthday. As we stood in line, an older woman asked, "Are they twins?" The girls were dressed in their matching pink joggig suits. I wanted to say, yes, but alas I could not and I said, "No." I should have said, "Yes, Irish twins." But I was new to the game then.

Some important family memories were made at that Sizzler. It will be missed. Steak, seafood, salad, Sizzler.