A New Year

Today I miss my mom and dad. Today I miss the holiday sounds of my childhood home. Mom's table set with beautiful linens and beautiful china dishes. Dad would  be sitting at the head of the table and I would be sitting at his side. I miss my brother yelling at me to stop recording all of us on the video camera. I miss the love and the dysfunction of the family. Today I miss my mom and dad. The wound feels open once again. Today I am also grateful . My husband is in the kitchen cooking a traditional dish that my mom cooked every new year of my entire life. I know it will be delicious. I know it will be nostalgic. Most of all I know that he loves me.