Yes, today is my Mother's 67 anniversary, and I going to celebrate it.
During the last few years, when I had the chance, every time I was coming back home from England, I bought a bottle of champagne and some chocolates. The chocolates didn't last for long, -one every night- but the champagne, we saved for special times, special celebrations.
My mother was an outstanding cooker, absolutely terrific. Every special occasion, we, my mother and me, set-up the table with a special table linen, cutlery, and glasses. Then, my Dad, my Brother, Me, and my Mother, enjoyed a succulent banquet cooked by her. The meals didn't consist in one dish and dessert, and that's all, no no no. The meals consisted, in some appetizers, entreés, first dish, main, or mains and a delicious dessert made by her too, all of this 'watered' with the champagne.
It wasn't nothing more pleasant to me to see, than my mother enjoying her champagne with an ear to ear smile -She had a Beautiful smile- with her libs paint in red, -always red- telling us stories about her past, -long and fruity past- and discussing who was going to drink the last drops of the champagne bottle with his younger son.
This will happen no more, is a memory, a memory for ever I hope. Lately I have being experience a major fear. Forget the smallest of the memories about My Mother, I don't want to forget any of them, even the smallest. That fear, disturbs and crumple-up my heart.
But that is me, and only the time will tell and know the truth. Today is not about me, is about her, about My Mother, and for her today I will drink a glass of champagne.
Va por tí Mamá.
