Dawg’s loss, Wave moving? and me finding BIB’s original Realm header has put me in one of those moods. Life regardless of the Wars, the ignorance, abject poverty and misery is STILL is a rare gift–If you don’t think you won the cosmic lottery by being born a lot has gone wrong for you. I think we need to hold on to that first kiss, the first time you were proud of yourself, the time a stranger offered you a kindness when you needed it the most, the first time you locked eyes with a new-born and you knew that you would be forever intertwined.
I don’t offer many stories about me; and certainly not about my family but this as limited in details, describes one of the most precious individuals in my life just before she passed away.
She had been sick since early spring it was now mid summer; she was dying. A remarkable thing about her was that she was the one everyone went to when there was trouble and when there were happy times; she was the center–everyone gravitated to her. As she laid in the hospital she grew impatient with the doctors. She pretty much had it with the poking, prodding and lame excuses- she knew. There was a doctor that she liked he was gentle and caring. One day a few of us were gathered by her bed as the doctor had just left having checked on her; in walks in a priest–I was tricked off by it—she chats with him and as soon as he leaves he says, who let the Vampire in?, I like doctor *****(sorry I can’t mention what she said) a lot better–Yea it was a doozie- we all burst out in laughter.
In the next few days she would only refer to them by the nicknames she gave them. She was my mom and she is the reason why most of you have been given nicknames by me, I’ll never forget how much she got out of life, one that was not easy.
Small moments pile on and if you’re lucky they’ll amount to something really good.
Life is great warm pie… and no one has said that you are only allowed only one slice, so pig out!