I wait tables sometimes...
For the next hour I watched their interaction, how they seemed to enjoy their time in these small moments.
I noticed a lump in my throat as I envied them in this moment, and I wished I had one more lunch with gwennie ... I wanted to ask her if she asked her mom the questions I put off asking mine. I thought there was plenty of time to learn to make her fudge, and I didn't need to know cuz she would always be here to make it...more questions about her childhood ;her loves and her losses, how she just was love and forgiveness; her secret for being spunky and strong yet amazingly compassionate; how she saw the good in everyone and loved unconditionally, how life's trials didn't leave her bitter... How she was soft and sweet yet fiercely protected and loved her family (and the Jazz). Most importantly I hope she asked her mom how to go on without her here, how life would ever be ok again, how to put one foot in front of the other with her head held high in a world where the person who holds your feet to the earth and holds you up is gone.
Instead as I handed them boxes, I swallowed and took a deep breath and with tears in my eyes I said... I'm gonna say this quick so I don't cry, I lost my mom 3 years ago and you coming in today blessed me to see the sweet relationship you have... Thanks for bringing your mom to lunch today so I could witness this love again. The daughters eyes teared up and we shared knowing looks ... I am blessed in these little moments, like when I think I'm just serving pizza, that I see the miracles the sparks of love of this life.