My Mother passed away this afternoon. Despite knowing this day was coming I’m still kinda numb. I really thought she’d be able to hold her newest grand-daughter before she passed. Now our daughter will never know her Noni. Cancer sucks more than anything else in the entire world.
For all of recollection my mother raised her four kids plus the occasional guest kid and did a damn fine job of it. It is only now that I’m older that I understand all the sacrifice and love she gave to us, selflessly, because our happiness and futures were more important to her than her own. I can only hope I’ll be as good a father as she was a mother to me, Dave, Sue and Nancy.
Christmas Eve just wont be the same this year without making boulibase for my mother to go along with steamed lobsters to have the feast of the 7 fishes. Thanksgiving won’t be the same even with waaay too much pasta before the Turkey comes out without her there.
Yes, I’m talking about food… My mother loved to talk about food, see people make food… Janine and I would come back from a wedding and she wouldn’t want to see pictures of us all dolled up, she’d want to know what food was served so she could sort of eat yummy food vicariously . It made her very happy, must be the Italian in her blood…
My mother also liked go play cards or go to a casino. Many happy memories were made either taking my Mom and My Aunt Louise, god rest her soul, down to foxwoods, or sitting around the dining room table with my Mom and maybe Louise, Sal, Donna, Judy, Aunt Mille, Uncle Louie, or eventually Janine and playing some crazy hi-low poker game until the coffee and snacks ran out.
I am pretty sure my Mom and Aunt are in the big casino in the sky right now, cashing in their comps to go eat in the great steak house before hitting the blinking lights and ringing bells…
I will miss you and love you for ever.