I drove up to Sudbury to see my Mom. I met her at Church, just as the congregation was getting out of Easter Sunday Mass. She commented on how beautiful my hair looked and introduced me to her friends. One of them came over to her home for amaretto, expresso and homemade pastries. We chatted for some time. My brother and nephew came over for dinner, carrying dessert and a white lily. She served homemade lasagna, meatballs, veal cutlets, salad, red wine and coffee with a touch of brandy.
The next morning she wore the sweater I brought her for Easter. I drove her places including the Mausoleum to see my father. When she got there, she kissed his crypt and told me that it was as though he was still here; she saw him everywhere. They had been married over fifty years and she still loved him.
We went grocery shopping and she selected her favourite fruits and vegetables. She commented on the fresh flowers. I drove her home and she prepared lunch. Afterward, it was time for me to leave. She packed up a box of her pastries and handed me gas money as I walked out the door. As I drove away, I waved at her small frame in the living room window. She lived alone in the house she had shared with my father, the house I had grown up in...
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