Somtimes it is About More Than What is in the Glass
It was December 1998. My father had recently passed away and my mother was having a hard time dealing with his loss. She was one of the most charismatic happy people on earth who always had a glow about her, and it was difficult seeing her in such a funk. She was in her early 80’s was feeling her age and let me know that in addition to the loss of her husband she was having a hard time dealing with the fact that she would never see her brothers/sister nieces/nephews again. We could not bring my dad back but we could do something about having her see her family. Along with my wife and two sons, who had never met their Sicilian family, my mother and I traveled to Sicily the for Easter 1999. When they heard about our visit our 60 or so aunts/uncles/cousins could not agree on who would host us for Easter dinner (they all WANTED to host us not the other way around). Their solution was that they would rent out a banquet room at a l...