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I'm watching the NCAA tournament, eating tomato soup and grilled cheese for lunch (possibly my mom's favorite meal) and missing my sweet mom something fierce.
It may seem silly if you didn't know her, but March Madness was most definitely our thing. She taught me to love it from the time I was a little girl and for the last 35 years, it connected us almost more than anything else. I lost count of the number of times, each March, we would pick up the phone at the exact same time, to call each other. March Madness always meant dozens of calls to my mom to talk about our elation or devastation or fury with a ref. Or sometimes, all three.
Oh Mom, our team is playing. I miss you so much and would give almost anything for just one more phone call. I'll cheer extra loud for our Wolverines. For both of us.