Recently, I returned to New York on the occasion of my sister's wedding. The last two times I was in NY was for my mother's and then my father's funeral. So, I was looking forward to this trip. My sister Penney decided to get married on my mother's birthday to honor her. She decided to end her courtship of 20 years. But that is another story. I knew my mother's hands would be busy behind the scenes in preparation. Everything moved along as though it was orchestrated by my Mother. Penney wanted my sister and me to walk her down the aisle since our parents were deceased. While we live 3000 miles apart we chose very similar gowns & accessories. I think I invested 15 minutes of shopping time. My sister said it took her about the same length of time. We practically looked like "twins". Is that not a God story? My mother dressed us. My sister asked me did I want to visit my mother's grave. I said, No, she is not there and my sister repeated she is not there...