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I spoke to my sister earlier today. That triggered a lot of memories. Some good, some bad, some happy and some very sad. I remembered: My grandmothers cooking, my maternal grandmother's because my father's mother from Lisboa was such a terrible cook. I miss the smell of my dads shaving lotion when he hugged me and I squirmed and struggle to break free because I was not used to being hugged but I liked it also. I miss my dad playing his guitar and singing Portuguese songs for me. I miss my grand aunty making pao duce in her outdoor oven and the smell traveling all around the lane where we lived. I miss saturday's going to the movies and having a treat after with my siblings. I miss going camping and fishing with my family. Ocean fishing of course because we live in Hawaii. I miss going to my mothers job after ballet class and my mom giving me a special treat because at that time, my mother was a waitress and the food where she worked was so good. I miss climbing the guava trees behind our house and hiding there from my cousins. I miss the Bay Area and all it has to offer, the beautiful bridges, the unique districts, the spirit of creativity all around, the great food, the quirky vibe and the wonderful mix of culture and arts. I remember being with both my parents when they died, an experience no one can imagine unless it happened to them. I miss them both terribly. I miss my only brother who is out there somewhere, no one in the family knows where, but he has lots of problems but is a dear sweet soul and I love him so much. I miss working at the homeless shelter. I feel so blessed that I worked there for over 6 years. It changed my life forever.