We'd get to the train station early and wander around the place, so excited for the train to arrive. You could feel/hear the roar of the train arriving above us before they announced the arrival of this train that had come from Saskatoon. We'd run to the tunnel where the travellers would walk through to get from the train to the terminal and there was a very cold gush of wind that came down it that indicated that the 1st people off the train were coming down the escalator...AND she was ALWAYS one of the first few coming down the tunnel!
With a big smile on her face she'd be frantically waving with her free hand as she caught a glimpse of all our smiling faces. She'd come through the door and we'd rush her...my father grabbing her carry on...and his arm drop to the ground from the shear weight of the bag. She would make Christmas cake...a light one and a dark one...one of each for her sons...they weighed as much as a ton of bricks and Dad would comment about it every year.
Lots of hugs and smiles as we waited for her bags to come down the carousel then we...giggles and smiles and great stories continued continually throughout her visit with us. The house always felt empty when she would go back home...and at Christmas, it still does seem empty without her.
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This year we relaxed by the pool...did water aerobics and zumba and ate and drank
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