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This is my commandant: love one another as I love you.
My mother left me many gifts.
Though she’s been gone just over a year now I still stumble upon ordinary and unforgettable things when I am moving through my day.
Searching unsuccessfully for my old apple pie recipe I finally turned to my mum’s old Fanny Farmer cook book. It’s a bit tattered and I don’t open it very often because my hands have reached the age where I can tell just how much to put where just by the feel of things. The cover of the book fell open and I glanced down to see the handwriting of one of my my mother’s dearest an oldest friends. It was dated August of 1977. I can’t remember what was happening at that time or why Nancy would have gifted my mum this book back then. Perhaps we had just moved…
It made me pause to think about how many women’s life long friendships the Fanny Farmer cook book has seen. How many women making apple pie or creamed asparagus to bring to a friend in need?
My mother is gone now, and Nancy, who is suffering from dementia, remembers only the friendship that they shared but not my mother’s death.
But I remember, from the time I was a very little girl, the gift of a friendship between two women.
I give thanks to my God at every remembrance of you,
praying always with joy in my every prayer for all of you.
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