She is always with me. Little things remind me of her. Last night there at our dinner theatre we were at a "meet and greet" with some of the cast, and fellow season ticket holders and there is a woman who is older than us that I started to talk with. She is a piano teacher, 57 years. She wears these cute matchy skirts, shirts, vests that remind me of mom's fashion sense. She and her husband attend the symphony, they come to the dinner theatre. *sigh* I bet mom and dad would love coming to the Alhambra with us.
In the teacher's lounge, co-workers talk about their parents, and I get a little envious. I laugh at their stories, nod as they talk about the crazy things their mothers do and wish for my mom's witty, dry comments to keep me in check.
One more call, one more hug, one more piano duet...I would still want more.
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