Dear Vanya, today, September 8th is the day of your death, 7 years ago. You would have been 90 today. Oh, I'm so glad you did not have to endure living through Trump having been elected. What misery that has been for us all. I can well imagine your ire, sitting over your delicious pressure cooker meals in your kitchen late at night complaining about this purgatory the world has been in with this President.
I always thought you'd make a marvelous cook book. You were so inventive with simple ingredients, like adding baby food rice to yogurt, to turn it into a sort of pudding.
I think of you from time to time. So many things remind me of you still. Sometimes I still get angry with you for the things you did in your life, mistakes you made. And then I forgive you again, miss you with love.
I miss sitting in your pale teal painted living room with your flattened bird cage you put on the wall as found art. What wonderful taste you had.
Some offerings for you on this day, things I know you liked.
Thinking of you with love, old friend.
I always thought you'd make a marvelous cook book. You were so inventive with simple ingredients, like adding baby food rice to yogurt, to turn it into a sort of pudding.
I think of you from time to time. So many things remind me of you still. Sometimes I still get angry with you for the things you did in your life, mistakes you made. And then I forgive you again, miss you with love.
I miss sitting in your pale teal painted living room with your flattened bird cage you put on the wall as found art. What wonderful taste you had.
Some offerings for you on this day, things I know you liked.
Thinking of you with love, old friend.
