Mom, this is the first Christmas in my life that I’m not sharing with you. While decorating our tree today, I felt your sweet presence, watching me hang our old tree decorations, some of which go back to my childhood. You sat in your favourite chair in our living room, sipped a glass of red wine, and helped yourself to our home made Christmas cookies. You enjoyed every minute, praising the tree, the cookies the wine, music and the warm glow of the fire.
It was a couple of Christmases ago; We had a particularly good assortment of cookies, and you just loved them. You couldn’t stop trying another one and another one. Finally holding your stomach you moaned, "I am so full, I feel sick.”
With that, you grabbed a banana out of our fruit bowl and ate it while you were moaning.
I couldn’t believe it.
I said, “Mom, what are you doing? I thought you are so full?”
“Oh my goodness!", you cried. "I have no idea,” tossing the half eaten banana away from you.
We laughed tears. How I loved laughing with you.