Memories, Old and New

I have been thinking about my mother alot lately. I visited her grave on Thursday and placed poinsettias, as I will not return to Memphis until after Christmas. I wish that she could have met my family. I find, as I get older, that I need her more now than I did as a child. Time does not heal all wounds...
Adrian and I visited her favorite pizza joint tonight during our date night. The pizza is not what it used to be, but not much else has changed in the quarter-century since. The place looked just as it did when I was seven; There was dark wood paneling everywhere and the tables, chairs and even the pictures on the wall were the same, although a couple of new pictures had been added. It was the first time that I had been there since the summer of nineteen eighty-five. My parents had been there on hundreds of dates, and we sat where my family had sat the last time that I was there. It was surreal, but somehow, just what I needed tonight.