I can't believe it would have been 70 today! Didn't we just celebrate your 61st, your last birthday in this realm, by going to the Santa Fe Opera?
I had suggested it weeks earlier and you said you wanted to go so I got tickets for the family. Nana, Lizzie, and RJ was able to hop over from Phoenix to join.
The first time you took RJ and I to the Santa Fe Opera house it was in 1985 for The Magic Flute. You wanted to expose us to culture like your mom had done for you. Nana was a classically trained opera singer in her youth and she signed you up to be a volunteer usher at the San Francisco Opera when you were a teenager.
Before the production, a showcase of various scenes from several operas, we went to Red Lobster for a birthday dinner and especially for those rolls you had been craving. We saw a gorgeous sunset behind the stage, one of the best and most famous attributes of that venue. Apparently you agreed because not long into the production, you leaned over and whispered, "I just remembered, I don't really like opera."
We giggled and left a little early.
I miss you always and love you eternally, Mom.