I think of Marilyn and the visitation.
I think of LaGondola. Of fresh ham and cheese sandwiches. Of homemade Italian bread still warm out of the oven.
I think of Carla. Of Cameron and the funeral. Brett as an active toddler, and how I took him downstairs to run around.
I think of mom. Of her ashes becoming part of the earth. Of the day I will sit on the bench Earl placed opposite the tree. The tree that her body now feeds.
I think about a lot of things.
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