My mother is gone so instead of celebrating a traditional Mother’s Day I’d like to thank some of my long-term friends. One relative.
Aunt Lorna, for all she does for family, friends and cooking for the needy and knitting for seniors and preemies in hospital settings.
Joan for being who she is, loving everyone and letting it show, and her mother for being the same but more flamboyant.
Matt, from the fifth grade, who has two beautiful daughters and occasionally tells me of their endeavors and sends me photos.
Julie, who was born the same time and day as me across the world. May she still pick up the oboe from time to time.
Pam, in high school, we were the youngest of our group and tried to keep things in perspective. At least once, we failed and reconnected after many years. When we talk in person, on the phone or email it’s like we never left each others’ side.
In college I lived with a Bio geek and we became closer years after we roomed together. As I learned to know myself, I realized we weren’t that different after all.
One of my dearest friends I met the first day of orientation, and that friendship has lasted for years. My husband and I met him for lunch once, and his son has a band that will make his dad proud.
There are so many friends from our park that I can’t even count them, and years ago they gave the city a tree in our park in memory of my dog. Many of the dogs are gone now, and the people, but several of us keep in touch even though we’re many miles away.
I didn’t meet my husband because of my dog, because she’d passed several months before. This post- 9/11 meeting was one for the books because this is my best friend, my husband.
A second installment is planned, time to snooze. Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 