This was really good, thank you.
The scent of it brings back memories of the old house and the big backyard that ends with a deep ditch of a former river; Of dinner at 4 p.m. Wheel of Fortune and the Pennsylvania Lottery at 6; Of homemade Polish and Italian food and many aunts, uncles and cousins; Of Sesame Street, french toast and "Mlah-mlah" soup. The smell of Dial soap on my aged hands makes me think of possible memories that could have been made: 4 p.m. coffee talks; learning how to make the homemade Polish and Italian food; laughing about childhood stories; seeing your teary eyes at my wedding. You can see these events still, every little triumph, every word I write on this page, in memory of you. |
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