Morning as I have awoken I have been reminded of the beautiful evening meal and surrounding of Florence Italy with my father, my step mum, she wants me to call her mum.
I can remember sitting outside the restaurant that Gary owns.
He is cooking for us this evening 5d earth time.
Myself it feels like a dream but.its not a dream because I pinch my dad on the arm to make sure it is real, indeed it's real because I heard my dad, my dear dad say "what was that for"?
Myself I just.smile and stick tongue out at him,
I love my dad and I do miss him when on the earth plane but as I know he isn't dead,.gone he is real alive breathing, smiling and finally happy
My mum is gleeming sitting next to my dad, in her pinkish dress glowing like a peach
I vaguely remember the conversation we had but I do remember saying I miss you dad.
He did say Debra "I am here not gone anywhere feel free.to come up and visit anytime you know you are welcome" " remember this is your home"
My father is wearing a light blue polo neck jumper with Grey Chino style trousers, no grey hair dark like it use to be when I was a child.
A waiter comes out of Gary's restaurant with a menu and asked in Italian
Cosa ti piacerebbe bere?, What would you like to drink?
His name was Giorgio, dark hair, brown eyes, very curly more like afro hair but not, goatee beard and very tanned, average height roughly the same height as Gary and my dad.
We ordered two teas and one white wine for my dad.
Mum and myself had tea, I love tea especially Yorkshire tea and knowing Gary he always has Yorkshire tea it's the best, strong and full of flavour.
Giorgio our waiter for the evening left with our drinks order.
A few moments later Giorgio was back with a tray with two mugs of steaming hot tea and one white wine.
Putting the mugs and glass of wine on the table he left with a smile.
I noticed no food menu and was wondering what we were going to eat.
Asking my dad what was happening. Dad said " your husband has a surprise for us that is why there is no menu."
Sipping hot tea and enjoy the flavour of Yorkshire tea I hear Gary arriving in his chefs whites covered in green stuff and three plates of gorgeous smelling food.
Serving from his left he put the plates one by one into our table.
Looking at what was on the plate seemed to be a masterpiece.
What Gary had cooked looked amazing all hand cooked.
Describing the dish went like this.
There was three different types of pasta on the plate two green and one yellow.
Each pasta delicately handmade by Gary himself.
I thought perhaps his nonna had something to do with it but no.
Nonna makes delicious pasta too.
The dark green pasta was spinach tagatelli, light green pasta was farfalle butterfly shaped made with pinenut pesto.
The Yellow pasta was just fresh in the fusilli shape
With a good amount of shaved parmesan cheese over it.
Watching my dad and mum tucking into the food.
I felt myself unstead and found myself back in my bed woken by cat sticking her paw.with claws on my eyelid. Yes I yelled in pain and got out of bed.
Felt upset I didn't get to eat Gary's creation.
Doesn't matter I have the recipe in my head and written down.
I know it was in Italian but I managed to translate it to English.
I know I wanted to stay longer but visits can only last a short time but feel like lifetime.
Wondering if my dinner has been given to someone else or put in the restaurants many fridges
Never got to ask.
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