I mentioned to Rickie that something was up, something wasn't quite right. I told her, "No", and she said that he would tell me when he got there. She asked if Fabulous Husband had talked to me yet. Usually she texts, knowing that I can't hear. When I checked my phone, I saw that my daughter had called while I was in the session. I had just finished a session with a client. This morning, my husband called Rickie at ReikiSpace and told her he was coming to meet me there shortly and to wait for him. I responded to Elizabeth that that is much better than having something like this happen unexpectedly. They don't give her much time.Įlizabeth went on to say how this was good in one way, because they know what to expect and they have this time together. Her mother is under excellent care while at John Hopkins, but they have done everything they could for her. Last night, I was asking my friend how her mom is doing. Satisfied with our mail being successfully sent off, Daughter and I turn away from the shoreline as a bottle of love floats out to sea. We were certain it was going to be brought back to shore in the wake of the waves created by the barge and tugboat after they went by, but to our delighted astonishment, the bottle surfed over the top of each wave and continued to move outward and seaward, albeit slowly. I turned toward my daughter who was also laughing and we began to speculate the fate of the bottle. Really? Right now? I threw my arms up in the air and started laughing. Suddenly, a tug boat came into view pulling a huge barge. Standing solemnly with tears brimming my eyes, I watched the vessel drift further away with our last loving words to my mother. It bobbed a few times, then started drifting towards the currents that weave around the bend of the bay. Poised on the shore, taking a deep breath, I tossed our hearts into the bay. I think we said everything in our letters." Turning to Daughter, I asked, "Do we have any last words?"ĭaughter shook her head, "No. We could tell we didn't have much time before the sun would be set for the night. The shadows were quickly deepening along the shore. My mother was known for collecting green glass. It needed to have a cork, and the glass was to be green. There were two criteria for what we wanted regarding the kind of bottle to carry our love letters to Mom. After running through the list, we settled instead on the rocky banks of Coos Bay near Mom's home, not far from where she liked to take walks. It took a few minutes to decide exactly from where we wanted to send off the bottle, Sunset Beach, Shore Acres, Horsefall or Bastendorf. I loved the idea of writing a goodbye letter, but I thought putting our letters together into a bottle with a cork and releasing it into the ocean was just as nice. "We should write letters to Grandma, tie them to balloons and release them," Daughter said as we discussed what we wanted to do. My mother was my closest and best friend. we were blessed to have our familial relationships develop into friendships. Mom, Daughter and I were a trio of women spanning three generations who are more than daughters, mothers, and grandmothers. Last week, Daughter and I felt the two of us needed to do something by way of celebrating my mother and bringing closure to her life with us on this earth before I left to go back to Pennsylvania.
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