Cathryn

Chapter 5: Cathryn

A note about my Mother and pink skies: No one made sunny days like my Mother, Cathryn. The skies were pink and the clouds were always the fluffy ones. The rain was always gentle. The air smelled sweet like honeysuckle and the bees always buzzed along without bothering you.

You could play with ants and not get bitten.

You could sit in the sunshine all day and not get burned.

You could nap all afternoon and all your dreams were good ones.

The ice cream man came every day and the ice cream only melted enough to be tasty and never dripped on your arm.

Lunch was always baloney-cheese-loaf, but I loved it because She made it for me.

I loved my Mother.

My mother died on my birthday four years ago. At the time, I didn’t know it, but her death was a gift to me. Now I know that my mother was finally comfortable and on to her new life.

Thank you Father for my Mother and for her comfortable death.

My Mother taught me all sorts of important things: How to walk, to feed myself, to talk, to write stories and produce movies. She was cool.

I miss my Mother.

Take a moment now to call your mother, if you can. I would if I could.

Wait, maybe I can. More later.

from The Universal Principles by Joe Winett