Sunday Dinner

Happy memories

Preparing Sunday dinner

Damned chopped onion tears

Sundays are still the loneliest.

The pandemic.

My grandkids moving away.

My father, fighting cancer.

All a perfect storm for a lonelier Sunday dinner than the gatherings that used to fill my home with love and laughter.

Once, I took them for granted.

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