It really was a fitting celebration. I knew Momma was there with us--her first tea party at my house in Boston :)
Each of us went in turns telling one memory we had of Momma, which, of course, led to other memories and stories and jokes. At the end of the evening, we said a prayer of Thanks for Momma's life, and that we were able to know her and Love her.
Then yesterday, the anniversary of her funeral--St. Patrick's Day--we had a traditional Irish boiled dinner. My first ever. We has corned beef brisket, potatoes, carrots, parsnips, and cabbage. I even grated a little Dubliner Irish cheddar cheese to top things off, but the flavors were all so beautifully simple that not much garnish was needed. I'm happy to report that it went well. We had four people over, bringing the total eaters to seven--the number in my family. We had a jolly evening.
|St. Patty's Feast|
-----And so, we go on and on. A year has past. Before we know it, it will be two years, then five. But we won't forget. And we look forward, with great hope, to the day when we can all enjoy a Sunday High Tea as a whole family once again. And it will be Beatific.