I miss your tasty meatballs, with onions, not cut fine, because you couldn’t be bothered. You broke up crackers into the meat instead of bread crumbs, and after you fried them, I would sneak and pick off the cracker pieces to eat when you weren’t looking.
When I came of age, I couldn’t see how much alike we were, and how marvelously different. I frustrated you by not balancing my checkbook, your eyes so big when I told you I was ‘only a dollar or so off.’ Once I saw you spend hours to find fifteen cents in the ledger.
You let me talk as much as I wanted. You never told me to be quiet, or ignored me. When I left home, we were on the phone often, even when I was missing birthdays and mother’s days, I knew you understood, because we never stopped speaking to one another, on the phone and in letters.
We made it through lay-offs and unemployment due to your ingenuity and frugality. I learned how to use a whole chicken, and how to feed a family of six on two dollars a meal.
I am red-faced remembering how I called you lazy, in regards to your predilection for long afternoons with the television and a bag of potato chips. Of course, now I know that is ridiculous ,remembering endless days in the hot summer garden, producing some of the best tomatoes I have ever had. There were weeks in the late summer and fall, making delicious jams and jellies, tomato sauce, pickles, and homemade sauerkraut. You rarely let me help you in the kitchen, which made me want to be in there even moreso.
When you were on chemotherapy, you let me cook for you the few foods that you could handle. It was an honor. After you died, I found piles of notepads in your desk full of prayer requests. We were all there, as were church members, family ,and virtual strangers. You were a prayer warrior, and I thank you for that.
What I remember the most is your laugh ringing out. You never held back a laugh as I have been known to do, or covered your mouth with your hand. You talked and laughed and ate and hugged like no one else, then or now.
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