After work tonight I met Bevan at Catch in the Castro where we drank wine and ate fries and celebrated my mother who left us on this day two years ago. As we clinked our glasses together I couldn't help but recall the toast that my siblings and I gave at my mom's funeral, which I’ll stash below.
Thank you for all of the mornings that began with a song and a back scratch, for all of the notes in our lunch boxes and for teaching us that most things in life can be solved with a nap, a to-do list or a Sudafed. Thank you for being the sweet voice on the other end of the phone and the warm body on the other end of the hug that made everything okay again.
In the words of F. Scott Fitzgerald, "You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known—and even that is an understatement."
You're our favorite.