I just have to share this letting
go story with you. Yesterday, on our way to visit our daughter in Lancaster,
PA, we stopped by the care center in Connecticut where Mom spent the last year
of her life. On the anniversary of her passing, I wanted to touch base with the
folks who had taken such loving care of her. However, I was more than surprised
at the question presented to me by the women in charge of activities. “Do you
want your mother’s half-empty bottle of Cinzano? We still have it.”
“Of course; We’ll toast her tonight.”
I’m still smiling over this act of letting go. Up until the last few
months of her 101 years, Mom always had one glass of red vermouth. I know she
would have wanted me to finish up the bottle. She had gone through the great
depression, and besides, she was a Scot. I can hear her saying, “Of course I’ll
take the bottle. We wouldn’t want any to go to waste, and besides, I paid for
it.”
So here’s to Mom.
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