"You learn to love the space someone leaves behind for you. " Barbara Kingsolver,Nobel Prize winner.
I read this quote a few years after my husband had passed away. I wrote this sentence down and put it on my refrigerator. It is still there eight years later. Has been a sense of truth and peace.
Your story made me think of my own mother who kept her purple car with the Hawaiian stickers until she was 92. She was still alert but knew that driving wouldn't be a great option anymore. A long sigh as the teenage new owner backed down her driveway. A touching story. Never heard of Market Basket but it sounds like a treasure of a store.
Another great story. I love this lady! I want to be just like her if I make it to my eighties or nineties. I love the lightness of this whole picture-her posing with the sports car; her nearly pulling the phone from the wall; her insistence on driving to get a bargain. And the surprise of the receipt-induced tears was the perfect cap. Thank you for every word.
I'm in the process of scaring my 88 y.o. mom from EVER putting the key in her Subaru ignition again. She's hanging on though less tightly than ever. Hoping the next 'event' is just a fender bender!
As a MA person, I loved this story. I also used to go to that Market Basket, which was always crowded. It is the darndest things that will bring on our tears. Thank you for sharing this with us.
So good. And I love Market Basket too!
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I love this. And as a lifelong Mass resident I’m thrilled to see Market Basket in an essay!
It has definitely struck a chord!
"You learn to love the space someone leaves behind for you. " Barbara Kingsolver,Nobel Prize winner.
I read this quote a few years after my husband had passed away. I wrote this sentence down and put it on my refrigerator. It is still there eight years later. Has been a sense of truth and peace.
Your story made me think of my own mother who kept her purple car with the Hawaiian stickers until she was 92. She was still alert but knew that driving wouldn't be a great option anymore. A long sigh as the teenage new owner backed down her driveway. A touching story. Never heard of Market Basket but it sounds like a treasure of a store.
Oh, I hear that sigh 💔
Another great story. I love this lady! I want to be just like her if I make it to my eighties or nineties. I love the lightness of this whole picture-her posing with the sports car; her nearly pulling the phone from the wall; her insistence on driving to get a bargain. And the surprise of the receipt-induced tears was the perfect cap. Thank you for every word.
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I'm in the process of scaring my 88 y.o. mom from EVER putting the key in her Subaru ignition again. She's hanging on though less tightly than ever. Hoping the next 'event' is just a fender bender!
Wishing you both the best💓
What a treat of a story! Looking back at your childhood pantry antics do you see a bit of your mother in your younger self?
Thank you, Jan! We were very similar in many ways.
I happen to know about Market Baskets myself! What a touching story...thank you for sharing. ♥️
Me too, and I agree ❤️
As a MA person, I loved this story. I also used to go to that Market Basket, which was always crowded. It is the darndest things that will bring on our tears. Thank you for sharing this with us.
Thanks for reading 💓
What a beautiful portrait of your mother!
A powerful tribute to Mom! Made me want to cry. Beautifully touching and written. Thank you for sharing.
And thank you for reading 💓