Reminiscing with Peter

Grandma Stella fondly remembers the days she spent with her husband, Peter, feeling grateful for the cherished memories they shared.

As I sit on my porch, drifting away from the book I’m reading, my mind wanders back to years gone by when Peter was alive. For as long as I can remember, l had my nails done on Thursdays and my hair on Fridays. Those were the days I was a “lady.” I did not do any household chores. Peter would come home at lunchtime and call, in his sweet melodious voice, “Hello! I’m home. I’ve come to take my best girl out to lunch.”

As l remember that wonderful, beloved man who l was blessed to call my husband, l cannot help but smile at the memories… I was so lucky. I still am, because his love still envelopes me.