A Melancholy MomentI recently returned from Tampa where I had the real pleasure of taking care of my sweet dad. My dad, who just returned to his home after spending 4 months in a rehab center due to several falls. He is trying to navigate his home with a walker and wheelchair.
We spent several days having great talks--many of them were about my dear mom, who died 12 years ago this month. We laughed, we got teary-eyed, but most of all we remember her with great joy. Shortly after one of our conversations about her, I went into his kitchen and started making dinner for the two of us. As I was making dinner I saw these two gems pictures above...and I felt my mom was in his kitchen with me!
The large pot cooked many a dinner...I can still see bubbling steam from potatoes or a pot of homemade chicken noodle soup simmering! The yellowed colander held many a pasta meals or lettuce or fruit for washing--while showing their age--like all of us, it was sheer delight to rediscover them and a joyful melancholy moment captured in my heart! Who knew a pot and colander would bring such emotion just at the sight of them?
|My mom and me |
on the day of my Holy Communion
I Lasso being blessed with a wonderful loving mom!