- Date: Wednesday, January 31, 2007 -- 8:30pm
- Location: Somerville, MA
- Kitchen: My Apartment
- Fellow Chefs: Ana, Ronen, and Craig
- Dining Companion: Matty
- Recipe Rating: B
Chris' mom Michael is sick. We will know more in the next few days, but it has the potential to be extremely bad. Chris flew in last night. Today I went out to Framingham and Southboro to spend time with Chris and his mom (and the rest of the family).
In the past four and a half years, mine and Chris' lives have become so entwined that the distinction between his family and my own is extremely blurry to me. On the drive out there today I wondered: how many times have I made this drive? (50? 100?) How many family holidays have I spent with them? (2 Christmases, 3 Thankgivings, 5 birthdays (4 of Chris' and 1 of my own), 2 father's days, a mother's day, 1 wedding celebration, 1 funeral, 2 graduations, etc...) How many pieces of furniture in my apartment belong to Chris' mom and not to me? (My bed, my desk, my hall table, a desk chair, etc...) How many times have I gone to Michael for advice when things were bad, or good, or confusing, or difficult? (Dozens)
In these past years, Chris has become family to me, and his family has a place in my heart with my own. So it is hard for me to think about Michael and cancer in the same sentence. And while in the last couple weeks I have heard those words together over and over, it is difficult for me to think that it could be true...