Childhood Memories
As a child and now 'considered' senior in our society, our Christmas was always spent with the Moreno's with a person added in here and there. What I remember most is the laughter, the laughter of Rosie and my mom Dotty. Two women far from home, Rosie from New York and my mom from a small town outside of Toronto. Their Christmas was spent away from their parents, sibblings, all their childhood memories but yet they still made Christmas special for their children or anyone who crossed the threshold of their homes. Their lives weren't easy, money not plentiful but their children never knew. Our lives were filled with love and that wonderful laughter they shared. My mom has been gone for many years now, but Rosie, God Bless her, was sitting their waiting for me every Christmas. A woman small in body, big in heart and love and of course laughter. Her passing ends my Christmas childhood at 59 but not the memories. I hope her beautiful daughters and myself can continue the laughter for Rhonda's children and her grandsons those beautiful little boys.
Love you Rosie, their will never be another like you. Thanks for the beautiful journey and for the laughter. Give my mom a hug and smother her in kisses for me. Tell her I will see her one day and be the daughter I should have been on earth. Thank you Rosie for making my family part of yours and thank you for keeping your eyes on us from your window on Kirkwood. We owe you our wonderful childhoods filled with love and laughter.
Love,
Maryjane