Just like old times

Tonight, my family ordered from a local Italian eatery that we've had dinner from many a time over the past decade or so. It was the regular meal that we have had too many times to count: my mother had an eggplant rollatini appetizer, my stepfather had linguini pescatore (although, according to his taste buds, they tried to cheat and use old seafood this time), my brother had spaghetti with meatballs, and I had spaghetti with meat sauce.

The difference is that this will likely be the last dinner my family has together in the foreseeable future.