On our kitchen counter there is a gathering of food earmarked for the holiday. Aunt Judith's mulled wine. The Martino's cranberry sauce. Bob and Mary Ann's salsa and bread and butter pickles. Cookies gathered at Karen's cookie swap extravaganza. In the refrigerator are the makings of Aunt Jeanne's clam dip. The cupboard holds Great Nana Pagano's best dishes. And in the freezer the last of this year's batch of Nana's Whiskey Sour Punch.In the movie, The Christmas Shoes, the mom tells her son she will be forever in his heart. Likewise, I find that when a gathering includes the food and the dishes of loved ones, still with us and those departed, that those people, though not physically at our table, share in our meal, by being in our hearts.
And if those gathered to us could speak, would they ask that question immortalized in the movie, Field of Dreams, "Is this heaven?"
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