It's never easy coming down to Florida. I do it now at least three times a year and each time is just as difficult. Most of it is made up in my mind. I always worry that this particular visit to mom maybe the last. At age 87 I never really know when it's the last time I will see her. You thank God each time you see her healthy and definitely praise him for the fact she is still there to greet me. Like I said, most of this I do to myself. So far everything is fair. Mom is gradually declining health wise. Not alarmingly, but definitely steady. Her memory is going. She has asked me questions regarding Christmas dinner over a dozen times. I know this is her favorite time of the year. It has been ever since we lived in Brooklyn. Christmas comes a little more than a week after her birthday. The two of us used to spend her birthday, mine and Christmas together. Personally, I wouldn't miss it for anything in the world. This particular Christmas I am cooking in the house by myself. Mom is with her sister around the corner. As I cook, I reflect on holidays past. And I think back to Dad. I guess when you get to be my age you do a lot of that. Sometimes you reflect more than you appreciate what is going on now. I have been blessed. I have never had a bad Christmas. My parents made sure of that. I spent most of my Christmas is with my mother. I would listen to Christmas music as she cooked multiple dishes. Today she can't cook anymore. My cousin and I handle that. My mother and her sister just sit back and hopefully enjoy what the two of us cook and bake.
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