A day at the beach

How many summers have gone by since this picture was taken?  You do the math, I don’t want to.  The sand on the beach is gone, the comforter was used to catch the shards of glass from an attempt to make home brew.  The fashions have gone in and out of style, but the one thing that remained the same is mother and daughter.  That didn’t change.   I love the stylish glasses my mom wore and the confident way she always looked into the camera.    There really isn’t anything extra special or in particular to talk about just that I like this photo.  I’ve erased quite a number of deep and meaningful thoughts, I decided I didn’t want this to be heavy, it is what it is a snapshot at the beach with my mom.  We look good don’t we? 

 

 

Blowing in the wind…….

As I look up from where I sit in on my sofa I see the memorial cards sent by friends and family members.  They’ve been up there for quite some time now, so much so the cobwebs are starting to form.  I suppose it is just in time for the Halloween season, if that’s your thing.   I told myself I’d leave them up until her ashes were spread out on the gulf coast.  It hasn’t happened yet.  The only real available weekend was the one when we had a hurricane.  She at least would have been able to travel.  The fact she wants to be spread out on the water is strange to me, she never liked the water.  She was scared of it.  I have to laugh about that…I bet she never really thought about it.  If she used that same process maybe she wouldn’t have carried that fear all of her life.  Hmmm.  My sister is coming down, my niece is non available right now and my kids schedules are like concrete.  A time when we can ceremonially put her ashes to the wind and our spirits at rest is a good guess.  If I wasn’t so icked out on having her possibly “blow up in my face”  I’d do it myself.  I rather think she’d prefer the way Shirley McClaine and Jack Nicolson sent Rosie the maid sailing down the beach.  Only in the movies.

I need to dust the top of my bookcase eventually and free up the bottom shelf of my mom…I want her to finally “spread her wings and fly”  She needs that.  I need it for her too.  I want her free as the wind and happy for all eternity.  She deserves that….

I love you mom…….