Ragia's first turkey surpassed all expectations, scoring up there with some of mom's finest attempts. As we were eating some delicious leftovers from yesterday, Ragia turned to me and said: "I remember when Linda would come over to our apartment in Carrboro and make us her delicious barley soup and a huge bowl of salad with orange sections, and we would sit and eat it with some of her delicious homemade bread and tell stories for hours. I miss that very much."
So do I. Barley soup, salad, and bread with mom sounds like heaven. Sometimes I still have trouble accepting that she's gone.
1 comment:
Jake ~ I have been reading your blog with great interest. You have a true gift for expressing moods and deeper images of the soul. Keep true to your mission, my friend.
Best wishes and continue to blog.
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