My Posse

I called them My Posse, but they were so much more than that

They were the links in my armor, holding me upright when my beloved left.

I could not have survived those empty moments of life without their phone calls, luncheon invitations and never failing friendship,

When the house sold, I realized I could not bring many of the treasured belongings with ne to a small albeit luxurious apartment in a distant state

Attempting to keep the dreaded goodbye’s upbeat, if not festive, I invited one and all who I knew and loved and must soon abandon to a “TAKE A GIFT” party.

As Kay, Dorothy, Hilda, Mary, Betty and Alice along with Paul, Jackie, Danny, Chris and Charlie sat in my living room for the last time, we shared laughter, coffee and all pretended it was “until next time.”

Of course it wasn’t, and the reality sunk in as they each chose from the items stacked on the dining room table,

Among them were my treasured pile of cookbooks including the Bread Cookbook given to me by my youngest son the year he was 15

It included the recipe for Provincial Coffee Cake,

Which I served that afternoon,

And it will always remind me not only of my “TAKE A GIFT” party. but my beautiful posse of friends