two years ago
high tea on the Veranda of the Moana Surfrider Hotel
a loving concession from my son
he knows his mama loves tea
and a chance meeting with his best friend
on a sidewalk on the way
and my husband.
three of my favorite men
sitting with me
sipping tea
eating tiny little sandwiches
they were surprised
it all tasted so good
the ocean was beautiful
the waves sparkled
the sun made us drowsy
that Mother's Day
we sipped tea
we ate chocolate
we told stories
we argued religion and politics
we laughed
I luxuriated in the undivided uninterrupted
perfection of the moment
we walked back together
he made me laugh
he knew he'd done a good thing
that Mother's Day
the last time.
5 comments:
What a special gift...what great guys! vi
What a lovely memory to cherish. What a wonderful son you have. God bless you, dear friend.XOXO
Beautiful heartfelt words revealing so very much immense pain and grief!
I think not the last time!
I think our feast and table of the Lamb is still to come and I can't imagine anything more precious than having Joey as your and Joe's dinner partner, sitting beside you both. (Blows Mama's Fish House away!)I think God the greatest host we will have ever seen or will ever,ever know!
Revelation 19:9
"And the angel said to me, “Write this: Blessed are those who are invited to the wedding feast of the Lamb.” And he added, “These are true words that come from God.”
Love and praying for your entire family,
Gary
Thanks for sharing a most wonderful moment! It is good we have those, some mothers do not. I
have you on my mind daily. xoxo
Sharon
I am good at recall once I get a picture of the event in my mind. And to help me, I start thinking of the smells, taste, touch--so I was following along thinking how grand this day was.
karen--since we met on our blogs--I have tired to never hurry a moment and you have given that to me. I'm so sorry that Joey is not right here.
I don't really wish for Joey to be here--I wish for us to be with him. Hurry and come Lord...we want to see You and we want to see Joey. Might be tomorrow Karen--just might be. Every day is closer.
I was watching a video on a gardener yesterday. She spoke about how her father always knew to say the right thing.
This gardener's brother's dog died. As the gardener looked out the window at her brother burying his dog--tears came to her eyes knowing how sad the brother was.
The gardener's father came up to her and said--have you picked any roses today--and she said no---and she ran to the other window where the roses were growing.
Her father said to her---well...you were just looking out the wrong window. So for me...
I see Joey drawing near as I look for him through heaven's gates.
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