Ah, again i write, what must be the 10th version of this blog.. never so far have i had so much trouble telling a story.. it's not that i didn't write but every time i read what i wrote it was negative..

when in fact, everything is good, it is truly unbelievable.... we r blessed..

spaghetti fest was a huge success.. the company was un matched!!! Leslie came with her husband Jiro and kai their son, it was an immense pleasure to see them again, after all these months... Bill was of coarse the reason for such a success, as he did all the errand running i could not, with house straightening, and cooking, no different than any ordinary thanksgiving, out side of the fact that it was the day before, nov 24th, the one year anniversary of my mothers rebirth!!in any event it was an event, maybe something to build upon here.. Lisa aka miss Armani, nicknamed that by Jeff, a no show, and who missed him!!! who's name was brought up more, than anyone else's, if we should all admit !! Jeff is a story onto itself, maybe one day i can go into it, in more detail.. walter, Lisa's son, whom i've know a life time or so..

Cassie, right on time, in a panic to be here at 6:09 pm as i was thinking of that moment as, significant frankly it is, ying and yang.. the hour my mother departed.. if u remove the hug in between the 6 and the 9 ... 69. i suppose their could be another significance but i doubt it!!!

Roseanne, oh yes she too a former roommate, one who lived Roots way, once upon a time.. and a friend indeed, so funny, just love her company.. insisted we watch jeopardy, as Root had with her, and so we did, and Cassie, Bill, Roseanne, and myself, madeline on the outskirts, watched .. as Roseanne chimed out nearly every answer correctly, and Cassie too, Bill got a several, even madeline got some, and myself, nothing!! hahahaha.. i was so mesmerized by them i could hardly catch the question.. just goes to show what a real education can do for u.. Just gives me more incentive to learn, more..

Hikeim came, and when he walked in the door, the man i describe as his feet don't touch the ground.. don't ask me why.. i felt my mother enter my body just to hug him, in a way i can not explain, and i swear he knew it to..

Interesting, Elliot showed up, now i've known elliot since i once lived in connecticut.. when i was 18-19.. after high school graduation, i moved to conn where my mom was at that time, .. a long story to come for sure.. elliot reminded me of things, i could hardly believed he remembered, about my boyfriend at the time, what the fuck was his name? shit, oh now theres a meaning full relationship..and so many other details.. what a treasure to have had this group to share thanksgiving with.. in a whole new way..

now for one other observation, i invited a huge amount of people, and i certainly wasn't expecting everyone.. funny in my mind as i thought of the eve my mom departure, when it was time to take her down stairs to her white limo, fitting, we were a total of 13 emotional Mafia, including her, our great leader!!! ha ha ha when u include the crew and i, it was 13 again.. a bakers dozen!!

Well it is my honor to have spent this wonderful day with u all and all those that from afar.. were here in spirit, i have received many emails from far and near with my mother, in their thoughts, and in turn us.. it is something one can never say thank u enough for ..

Andrea and Crew