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  Posted: May 16, 2020      Views: 55

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"A Glimpse Of Heaven" by joann r romei

I'm dead.
And not from the Covid-19 virus, but from a silly fall. I was carrying a tray of eggplant parmigiana and slipped on a T-bone given to our puppy the night before. The silver tray had been a wedding gift from my mother in law and weighed a ton. When it landed on my head, cracking my skull, I figured it was a sign, because she never cared for me much. Or my cooking.

I must have been a sight, the dog licking marina sauce off my face, while my cell phone accidentally dialed my husband. I'm so disappointed because I never got to taste the canned sauce I used for the first time in my life. If everyone liked it, it could have saved me hours of laboring over a hot stove making fresh tomato sauce with minced garlic and basil from scratch. The trick is in the stewing by the way.

But I do feel sorry for the neighbor who discovered me. He suffers from PTSD and spent many hours over the fence discussing it with me. Any little sound would startle him. I fear the sight of me lying dead did not help his disorder any. But I'll say a prayer for him because I do not want him to have an aversion to Italian food because I am proud of my heritage and the fact that my great grandmother spent time on Ellis Island as a cook.

Well, I am here at the Gate of Heaven. I don't see a soul or an angel or even St. Peter and all I can say is it smells delicious. There is an intense aroma that leads me to an elaborately set table. On it are platters of stewed vegetables, truffle mushrooms, freshly baked bread, lobsters, jumbo shrimp stuffed with crabmeat, smoked hams and perfectly roasted turkey legs. And the dessert table is loaded with pistachio filled tarts, fruit topped with heaps of whipped cream, sorbets, gelato and of course Angel food cake.

I gasp and fresh tears spring to my eyes as a warm surge of love travels through me like never before. My entire deceased family appeared, as young and alive as when I last remember them. One by one they take a seat just like we did every Sunday at my grandmothers house when I was a child. And at the end of the table is my mother in law, she looks beautiful with coiffed hair and she is smiling at me! And I smile back! Then she says, "I'm glad you're here. Because my son has been praying for a decent meal since he married you."

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