
This, despite what I’m about to say, is not a sad post. Today is mother’s day. My own mother died some 21 years ago, in 1986, more than half a lifetime ago. She never had the opportunity or good fortune to meet my wife, Vera. I am, however, sure that they would have been close. My mother certainly would have been close to anyone who loves me so much, like my wife!
So, this post is dedicated to my wife, Vera, whose picture you’ve seen several times before and I’m sure will see again. She’s that special wife and mother that’s been with me for 15 years. Everyone knows her as Vera. I never call her by her name, nor she calls me by mine. To me she is: ‘Momma’, Sweety, Sweet-tea (
chá doce, in Portuguese), wife-a-roni, pumpkin, love, sweet-thang, and a host of other more ‘private’ names.
We’ve been together through thick and thin, sickness, health, good, bad, you name it. So, I’m happy to spend another Mother’s Day with my wife.
I’m in Asheville, NC with my wife, ‘momma’, today. I hope that you have a great mother’s day!!!










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