- 1½ Lbs ground beef
- ½ lbs ground turkey
- 1 Bratwurst, uncooked
- 1 Block of Havarti cheese
- 1 medium onion, grated
- ½ cup panko bread crumbs
- 1 large egg, beaten
- 2 tablespoons Worcestershire sauce
- 1 tablespoon mustard
- ½ teaspoon garlic powder
- 1 pkg onion-mushroom soup mix
- 4 tbs ketchup
- 2 cups BBQ sauce warmed
Henry Van Dyke wrote a poem that was so important to me when my mother passed away. I had been honored to sleep in a chair in her bedroom that last week of Alzheimer's death grip. Being allowed to care for her in her last hours as she had surly cared for me. To comfort her when she woke in the night. To hold her hand when it was shaking.I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone."
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,
hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me -- not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says, "There, she is gone,"
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"
And that is dying...