I missed seeing my mom face-to-face every Sunday. For two months, our in-person conversations were limited to her opening the door a crack and us talking for a minute or two.
I went into her house a couple of weeks ago, although we stayed so far apart that we needed binoculars to see each other. Beyond photos, she hadn’t seen her great children for more than two months.
As I have written many times, Sunday is the day we have lunch together. The main course is grilled cheese sandwiches. The second course is something chocolate, and the third course is something chocolate.
During our lunches, we watch Blue Jays games during the baseball season. Mom and I love watching Rider games, although there are not many of those on Sunday afternoons.
My mom, and this is the absolute truth, knows more about the Riders and their play-calling than Stephen McAdoo did. Maybe I should use a different example. Let’s say more than Glen Suitor. There is no doubt she would have called plays that would have got the Riders into the end zone late in the Western final.
My mom and I put our Sunday lunches on hold when COVID-19 started its rampage. We wanted to be extra safe, since I have gone out from time to time. Until a couple of weeks ago, we would text and talk on the phone.
On the last day of May, eight of us gathered on my front lawn. Mom saw her great grandchildren. It was great to see the look of absolute joy on her face.
We will keep our distance, but I have a hunch we are going to have lunch together soon.
-Cam Hutchinson