Valentine’s Day I am not forgotten. My hand reaches out with eyes still closed searching for my blackberry. Take a peek at my messages and voila!
Just a single line to let me know I am remembered.
Saturday, February 19 dad turned 85. Whew! He made it another year. Movements are slower but his mind stays sharp as a pencil.
Happy Birthday dad! Yes, lunch tomorrow … will pick you up shortly before noon.
A small chunk of raisin bread kept frozen. Lazy afternoon and cleaning out the fridge, I pull out that chunk of bread, cut into three slices and pop it into the toaster oven.
Spread some butter and enjoy! A slice for mom, a slice for Mara and a slice for Mishka… by myself, I smile in sweet relief! We are all fine.