An Eggs-tra Ordinary Life
By Stacee Helton
January 29, 2023
Yesterday, we attended the funeral service for a dear pastor, friend and mentor. He had lived a long and happy life, full of pastoring congregations, multiple mission trips, and encouraging others. This “good and faithful servant” was so ready to be with the Lord. His wife, while rejoicing for him and celebrating his life, is understandably grieving. It was a beautiful service, with family and friends in attendance, and condolences offered from (literally) across the nation.
If you’re like me, attending a funeral will often take you back to the services you’ve attended for other loved ones. Our minds might drift back to all the preparation and planning for an immediate family member, or the tragic reality of someone passing too soon. But yesterday was full of rejoicing, smiles and happy memories, mixed in with the tears, at the thought of no longer having him with us, here on earth. (And the joyful anticipation of seeing him again, someday).
A few days ago, I received a phone call, asking if I would mind making a dish for his funeral dinner. Given the options, I (of course) chose to make deviled eggs. If you knew my grandmother, you already know… it’s the dish she would take to all potlucks, funeral dinners and family gatherings. (And now, it’s my go-to dish, as well). My Grandma used to tell me that it was an inexpensive dish to make (before the price of eggs recently decided to go up, that is!), and one that most people don’t think to bring. She also would say, “most people don’t want to ‘fool’ with it, because it takes a little extra time”. Her eggs were the only ones I ever liked, because she did something different with hers, than most people. While I like to call it a secret ingredient, I also readily tell people who ask. So, if you’re lucky, one day I might just share our “secret” with you.
Each time I prepare deviled eggs, I think of my Grandma. I have many memories of sitting and peeling eggs with her; learning her tricks and benefitting from her years of experience. After Grandpa passed away, she needed to move to assisted living. She dreaded it at first, but ended up loving her little “apartment” for the short time she was there. It was nice and had a kitchenette, which she loved, but… she could no longer cook her own food, unless she used the microwave.
In November of 2013, we were getting ready to travel to Kentucky to be with family for Thanksgiving. My cousin would be hosting at her house, and sent out the info, asking what everyone would be bringing. I was asked to bring the deviled eggs, since the family knew that I could make them like Grandma always had. I decided to arrive a day early, taking all the necessary ingredients with me and let Grandma help make them for Thanksgiving. Her mind was already slipping a little bit, but she could definitely remember making deviled eggs, and she was thrilled to be able to contribute to Thanksgiving dinner. It was her last Thanksgiving with us, and I’m thankful to have one last egg-making time with her, and treasure all of those “eggs-tra ordinary” moments we shared. Even normal or maybe days that seem insignificant can live on in our hearts and minds. I hope you have a wonderful day, and maybe make a few memories along the way!