“Blue moon, you saw me standing alone, without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own.” Did you know that tonight we have a blue moon? Maybe I should stand outside and sing to it. I didn’t know how the expression, “once in a blue moon” came about, until my friend Deirdre called me last night to invite me to go have a burger and a beer, a Blue Moon of course tonight with her and her husband Charlie. It’s when there is a full moon twice in a month. Why it’s called a blue moon, we don’t know, but I will share this thought.
I don’t think it’s mere coincidence that Deirdre called me to invite me for this particular night.
Deirdre was the housekeeping aid for my mother when she lived at Chestnut Hill. Deirdre was my favorite there. She would always fluff up my mother’s hair before she went to the dining room. She found things in my mother’s closet that Mom insisted had been stolen. She made sure that any of Mom’s laundry that was done there was never lost or sent back to someone else’s room. She always made up the bed with my mother’s precise instructions. She would heat up the rice pack in the microwave to make Mom’s back feel better. In other words, she treated my mother as if she were her own grandmother. For that reason, we became friends and would occasionally go shopping together or, as in the case of tonight, go out for a burger and a beer. But I hadn’t heard from Deirdre in a blue moon. It was because of my mother that Deirdre and I became friends. So, I wasn’t too surprised when Deirdre called me last night, because it happened to be exactly one year ago tonight that my mother passed away. Here’s to you Mom. Cheers.