Memories

I remember when I was a little girl, I was sitting on my Mom's lap.  It was past my bedtime, we had company over.

I was leaning against her chest, hearing her breathe and listening to her voice through her chest.  I remember thinking how soothing that was and how much I loved my Mom.

My Mother had a baby girl long before I was born who only lived for 10 days.  Throughout my life she talked about her.  Carol was her name.

For the last few years, my Mom talked of how she wanted to be reunited with my Dad.  She missed him so.

My Mom's last words to me were, "I love you very much, honey."  That was only 4 weeks ago.

And now?

My Mother's chest is silent.  The voice is gone forever.

She now is with her long ago lost baby girl, Carol.

And my Father, her husband.

I'm Ok.  Sad, yes.  But, OK.

There will be no services.  She will be cremated and a get-together at a later date.  I, obviously, am unable to travel at this time. 

So, for now, as I go about my day, thoughts of her will come.  Sadness will come, I will cry. 

But, I will think back to that one night, sitting on her lap, listening to her breathe and the sound of her voice.

And her very last words to me.

Comfort.