Life’s A
I’ve been thinking about my mama lately.
A lot.
I can feel her.
She’s here, near
& she’s hovering around me, popping funny thoughts into my head, cracking herself up.
Maybe it’s because family happenings are happening.
Maybe it because her Chicago Cubs are having themselves an awesome season.
Maybe it’s because the holidays are around the corner, looming
or
Maybe Mom just feels like visiting.
The reason doesn’t much matter.
She’s close
&
She’s making me chuckle.
Mom recently reminded me that back in the day, she LOVED a good party
& how back in the day, we so enjoyed a festivity or two
or three
or many.
After one especially fun night at one of those bubbly events, I remember flopping down on the couch where Mom sat.
Sitting thisclose to my mother, I began feeling very reminiscent and extremely melancholy.
aka
babble. babble.
Somewhere in our deep conversation my profound brain just needed to ask …
“What’s the point of life, Mom ….? What the heck is the point ?!?”
I know.
GO TO BED, Drunk.
Without pause, Mom replied “Life’s a pisser.”
Life’s
A
Pisser
Truer words were never spoken
& today, I’m cherishing my mama and her four syllables and laughing as much now as I did that night.
She was one of a kind.
Such a Happy
& I miss her.
How I miss her.
That little lady can still bring me to tears but, nine plus years after she left this life they are always, ALWAYS smiling tears.
She fills me with silly, priceless, long lost memories and reminds me daily that she is fine.
Soooooo very fine.
Thanks, Mom.
I needed that.
& yep, you are correct
Life is a pisser … !
But, I will be hopefully, giddily giggling allllll the way through.
🙂
