The teams were so kind. Just like when my dad died, I was overwhelmed by their kindness.
One team brought a big birthday cake for me on August 11, when I couldn't host because I was waiting to hear about my mom's passing. They asked the Rumsey Tavern to keep it in the freezer until the next week. And then the week after. Today, it thawed wonderfully and was delicious.
They also sang "Happy Birthday" to me. I realized no one else had this year, which is silly, I guess, but also...noteworthy. My parents used to call every year with a "singing telegram," after all.
I see these folks once a week (and some, just once a month), but they make me feel loved and appreciated. It's such a gift.








