A few years ago I made the decision to stop eating McDonalds. It was a small part of my decision to stop eating crap food, mainly fast food. But this is the one time of year I allow myself to indulge because it has a specific meaning, a specific bittersweet memory.
September 7th, 2011. There were about 7 of us in the hospital as Jacob passed away. It had been a long few hours and we were all exhausted and hungry. We knew we had to eat and the hospital cafeteria had already closed for the night. There aren't many places to eat around the hospital and one of our only choices was McDonalds. No one cared though. My dad headed out with orders in tow. He arrived shortly after and we were guided to a "quiet" room (which is right next to the maternity ward, I swear they have idiots planning where to put the bereaved families in the hospital). We all opened our greasy hamburgers, indulged in our delicious fries all while sitting, laughing and crying. McDonalds hit the spot and no one seemed to care about the low quality food we were eating.
So once a year, on the same day 3 years ago that we did it for the first time, I eat McDonalds. It brings me back to that faithful night. It reminds me of the people who surrounded us with love, who surrounded Jacob with love. It is not the best food, but it holds a very special memory in my heart. I toast a salty, deep fried fry to you my dear Jacob.