Dinner with Julie
March 2017“Mom,” Julie interrupted my story. “I don't think of you as drinking wine. I mean, I know you do, but Dad and you didn't have much of it around.”
“Yes, well, but you know I liked it,” I replied. We just didn't have it at the same frequency as the Italians do.”
“Like Giorgio,” Julie added.
I had to smile at her. My daughter wavered between protecting me and wondering aloud at what she didn't know about her mother. What she was finding out on this particular evening.
I hadn't eaten much of the chicken on my plate, absorbed as I was with the story. So, I turned to the food for a few moments while my mind wandered back to Giorgio, then to my husband.
Ted and I had been married for twenty-six years, until he succumbed to cancer two years ago. Twenty-four of th
