Playing cards brings back memories of my mom, who got everyone hooked on the game—every grandchild and anyone visiting.
My grandparents were the same way. After all these years, I can go back in an instant to their table and hear the deck shuffling. My grandfather could count cards and know what was in your hand; my Grandmother played to win but never held a grudge once the cards were back in the deck: healthy competition and cheating on the side.
We feel my mom next to us whenever we play cards, and her name is often on our lips as we play.
We all have our favorites—some are good at playing cards, some cheat, and Yann, who used to lose all the time, doesn’t anymore. I kind of like when I won easily because of it.
Do you play cards? What’s your favorite game? Mine is hearts. Yann loves golf, and Swoosh is a family favorite. Gabriel likes Crazy 8. We played Steal the Pile or Go Fish when we were his age.
We raised a glass to those we love, to those who are far away, to those who have played cards at this table, giving us such good memories, and to Sacha, who will return to Seattle soon.
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