Home again, home again, Jiggerty jig!

It certainly has been a topsy turvy week and some. Mama Sonia has packed her bags, according to Sonia Elizabeth, and has winged her flight to heaven to join Papa Roger, who has been calling her now for some months. It is a great comfort to me to know that they are together again, to part no more. Sonia told me that at one point, a couple of days before she died, she was talking to someone, instructing them to please make sure that her golf bag was packed, and that it should be packed just so on the bottom...this was very important! Must be that Daddio had organized a tee time! We all flew down to Winter Park to see her off, and to comfort and console each other. It was a good time for that, but as Father Walsh said, this is the end of that era, and that is very hard to swallow. Gone are the days of Mama Sonia's fantastic gourmet dinners. Gone are those dreadful political discussions which became more and more volatile by the second! Just the kind of debate on which the Wall family fed, well, some of them, anyway! I remember Uncle Chente sounding off like a machine gun, then Mama Sonia, totally undaunted, joining in the fray. Papa Roger would screw up his face in disgust, and tell everyone they were nuts! They were able to spew away at each other, and within moments, slap each other on the back, and with mirth and love filling the room, turn their attention to other matters. Gone are the lunch dates, the dinner dates, the museum dates, the art gallery dates, the play dates, and saddest of all: the shopping dates! Thank~you, sweet lady, for all the memories. Thank~you for adopting me as your daughter, and introducing me thus. Thank~you for accepting me for who I am. Thank~you for coming canoeing with me up at Kidney Pond, and keeping your cool, well, almost keeping your cool, when the moose swam out to check us out while circling around our canoe! Phew, with me extremely pregnant with Hannah, that was a little hair-raising! Thank~you for spoiling my children with all those amazing trips to DisneyWorld, Epcot, SeaWorld etc. and their shopping trips. We came to bid you farewell this past week. Did you know that? We were all so sad. You looked so pretty in your periwinkle suit, and your hands crossed just so. Vinny and Lucy poured their hearts out and made us all cry. Jerry honoured Patricia, and thanked her profusely for all her unselfish attention to your every need in the last months. Larrito applied some of that wonderful love~glue on his brothers and brought a semblance of reconciliation between them: for understandably, emotions have run high, and it's been difficult to come to terms. Father Walsh came up trumps! You would have been pleased. But you were millions and trillions of miles away, having a picnic with Papa Roger under a heavenly willow tree, which definitely was not weeping, enjoying the love that still holds you two together, and will, while eternity rolls along!