Sweetly Sentimental Sunday

How I yearn for those long ago Sundays when my grandfather would bring fish dinners back from Captain D's after we spent the morning at the JCC or how we would drive over to Sedberry to spend the day with Aunt Lil and Uncle Morris devouring her rice casserole and the spanakopita Mrs. Mooney had taught Aunt Lil to make. Sometimes, playing tennis on the court next door with my Dad or the very young Andy or more sedate pursuits in the den around that black leather lounger that you could not seem to pry Uncle Morris out of unless the food was ready, and then you would be surprised how spry Morris still was. Izzy still had his leg and we all still believed the song in our hearts. You can not turn back the clock and there is as much love in the future as was lost in the past. It can never be that same way again but Tracy and I will make our own memories.