Stories first heard at a Mother’s knee are never wholly forgotten,-
a little spring that never quite dries up
in our journey through scorching years.
Take one scrabble game that belonged to your Mom and four of her daughters sitting around a table. Mix that with lots of laughter and love and you have the best night ever. Sisters are the best. Oh yes and chocolate cupcakes :) Mom approved. Miss you Mom. I am sure you would have beat us all. Even the cheaters :)
The morning after a great night, I posted this on Facebook. It still makes me smile, so I thought I would share the rest of this story. Maybe it will make you smile too.
“OW” is a word Pearly declared with a grin on her face. Immediately Tess grabbed her phone and searched the web. That seems to be the way people do things these days, I thought. Lizzy and I, who happened to be losing anyway, turned to look at each other, smiled, and then laughed out loud.
Mom would know if that was a word, she was the Scrabble champ. Mom’s board, Mom’s rules, is what I was thinking.
It has been very difficult for us sisters since our Mom had passed away in April of this year. Her daughters, who had always included their Mom in every part of their lives, no matter what our feelings for each other were at the time. (Anyone that has sisters I am positive knows what I am talking about here). We four sisters, united and strong had been the thing that Mom had relied on. Those lunches in her room, no matter where that room ended up being over the years with her illness, had always held the love and laughter of her four daughters, and her comfort in always knowing she was safe. The laughter that resonated through the home where she lived before, and after the Alzheimer had taken her away bit by bit, had made her happy.
After Mom had passed, we sisters seemed to have retreated, to our own corners of our own worlds to handle our grief the best way we could. The strong united front (at least to me) seemed like only a Mom thing, and it just made me sad, to think about getting all together again. The memories, even though they were good, made me think of the loss, not the gain we had all gathered through this journey with our Mom. I was the one who pulled away, thinking I could do this on my own. I was wrong. I needed those crazy sisters as much as Mom, I know that now.
“Biggie is a word” proclaims Tess. I looked down to the board there was a triple word bonus. Sure it is, I thought. I turned to look at Lizzy once again. Laughter bounced off the walls, bringing us all to tears. Tears of joy mixed with happy memories we had with our Mom and (for me) of what we almost lost. Oh, how I have missed this. My sisters all going through different ways of handling their grief had come together in respect for our Mom. Tess knew this had to happen, I would say she is the wise one, but whatever. Now was the time to honour the woman who we loved with all our hearts and soul, and was the best Scrabble player of all of us. Tess and Pearly probably believe that they would have eventually beat her. Lizzy and I knew we would never beat her. Even with the Alzheimers, Mom could pull out those winning point making words, so they did not have a chance.
The chocolate cupcakes, Mom’s favourite, sat beside me so I ate two. Tess looked at me “There are two for each of us” I told them. Tess looked down at the package, where four remaining cupcakes sat. “There are four of us”. “Huh”, I sighed, licking my lips. “Good thing you are a writer and not an accountant”, Lizzy said. More laughter bounced off those walls. It felt so right. I think we all know that this is what we needed.
This is the laughter that kept our Mom going, this is the laughter that will keep us all going, and I am so very grateful for that. I love you my sisters, and we all miss you, Mom.
Disclaimer: Since I am a writer and not an accountant. I may have taken some liberties with the real facts, much like Pearly and Tess took with those letters. OW, really? Biggie, really? I am still laughing.