Christmas on Edgehill....in my dreams

Been a while Mom. Just things flying, life, ups and downs. We miss you as usual. As we do Kathy, Mom Mom, Pop Pop and John. Dad recently paid to get the VHS tapes transferred over. A treasure trove of memories. Before I even had a chance to watch them myself (I was in a rush with so much stuff last week), people were telling me how much they loved them....and showed me so many things I had long since forgotten....well weren't forgotten more so at the back of my mind. 

At Bia's 40th at Townhouse, which was an amazing turnout of friends/family/co-workers/college friends; we truly had a blast. Of course people were missing, but we carried on. A few of the cousins, Dana, Marissa, had shown me snippets of the videos. Pictures of things I really just didn't remember. So that night and following days I watched the videos. 

First, it was just so great to see all of you alive, so much energy, so much lust for life. Christmas Eve at Mom Mom's, such a special time for all of us. I could literally smell the house, feel the soft red carpet under me, the wooden bannister walking up the steps to use the bathroom.....smothered in yellow and great tile and Ivory Coast soap. Ha. I never forgot Mom Mom or her house. It was just different when I lived there. As many places are different without their matriarch. It was just so great to see so much joy in one special place. Kids being goofy. Mom Mom making fun of Chrissy's bras, Mom Mom so so happy about getting Frank. Joey listing all the foods out. Opening gifts. A house so filled with love and warmth. And let us not forget.....the Christmas lights! Hung so carefully, so neat, so clean. The tree by the window.....so much love and warmth. It made me long for the past. And then seeing Pop Pop...such a goofball...joking about my hair. Uncle Tom with his great hair. Ha. I quick shot of Kathy, Mom, and Mom Mom.....all in the kitchen. Alive, well, happy, healthy. Mom Mom clueless as to what her body was dealing with and things to come. I digress. It was just such a happy moment....to experience...again....that time in our lives flew by....but I cherish them forever. Many times, I wish I could've given Pop Pop and Mom Mom more hungs, more handshakes....to let them know how appreciative I was of how special they were to me and how good they treated me and how they were such great role models. It was so great to hear their voices again. It was so great to just see them all....alive....loving our little life in our corner of the world....and the things outside those walls...well....they weren't our business and I am happy they weren't. Miss you all and I wouldn't change a thing. Me









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