You held light, carefree memories of sack lunches at Cape Cod Bay and the rich fudge a Cape lady made just for me. But no more.

May you keep your red beret snugly on and recede silently into my past.

feel sick. That’s because I needed an afternoon snack, felt my blood sugar dipping and ate more than I normally plan to at four o’clock.

Instead of just a couple of nice cinnamon-dusted, whole-grain rice cakes with almond butter and half a banana — along with my…