On a lighter note, I find myself even missing her silly little idiosyncrasies; behaviors that used to irritate me a bit, are now treasured memories. Like her very specific, very direct, instructions to waiters concerning her beverage order. She always ordered water with "one lemon, no more, no less," said emphatically, with direct eye contact, and with her index finger pointed in the air. She only wanted one lemon and she didn't want to waste. She would feel quite frustrated when waiters would mistakenly bring her several lemons. So the request became more and more vehement, to the point that I, her easily embarrassed teenage/young adult daughter, though it came across as rude.
Who would have thought that such a silly tradition would carry on. But it has, for when the three of us daughters get together each year, in memory of our dear mother, a request for water with "one lemon, no more, no less," is always made. And it is said very wholeheartedly, with unwavering eye contact, and an index finger confidently raised. And although a waiter, taken aback by our directness, may not crack a smile, I believe my mom does.