It was a decidedly different Easter for the Perley family.
My wife's siblings and their spouses gathered. We shared Easter bread and the classic Italian Easter egg dishes. No, didn't eat any. I still can't stand eggs.
But something was missing.
'Mom-Mom' was not there.
Days after saying goodbye to the matriarch of the family, her daughters, son, sons-in-law, grandkids and great-grandkids gathered a raised a glass one more time in her honor.
I used my print column today to reprise the blog post I wrote last week on what the loss of Josephine Perley meant to me.
You can read it here.
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