All three of the boys were here. Even though the weather was cold and gloomy, they and Tony cooked a BBQ feast, including Omaha Steaks and twice-baked potatoes, grilled squash, corn on the cob, and salad. They bought a chocolate tart from Trader Joe's that was to die for, and a box of chocolate-covered strawberries. When the meal was over I felt like I needed to be rolled away from the table.
After all the celebrations subsided, I took a few minutes to think about my own mom.
It was actually easier than I thought it would be. Once I sat down with paper and pencil, the words just started to come out. When I was satisfied that I'd cleaned up my side of the street, I signed the letter. Since I couldn't actually give it to her, I re-read it, then tore it into tiny pieces and put it in the compost pile. I know the paper will eventually decompose, and I'll be able to use the compost to enrich the soil in the garden. Somehow that seems appropriate.
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