After living ten years out of state, we returned to Dayton, Ohio, in 1970.
Through the years I was frequently in Columbus on business trips, and always dropped by the house to say hello to Mama either before or after the meeting.
I would walk into the house, usually without knocking or ringing the doorbell.
Almost always, Mama was either in the front room watching television or writing in her diary, or in the kitchen cooking.
“Hello, Mom,” I would announce, and she would never fail to be surprised, then amazed and then delighted.
She would say, “You are like an angel, who comes from my dreams. I was thinking of you and here you are!”
And we would laugh together.
