by Faith St. Clair
Last week marked the two-year anniversary of my Mother’s death. I really didn’t think about it too much last year at this time, but this year three funerals surfaced in a week and a half. One of those was Anna Arnett’s husband, Charles. Although I didn’t physically attend his services, reading about his life, his influence and his funeral (as well as those that I have attended) has brought my emotions and memories to a head.
Although I have relived the pain of my Mother’s suffering and have succumbed to the usual and intense loss for not having her here on this earth to guide me, bug me, hug me, inspire me, make me laugh and enjoy holidays with, the main thrust of my emotions has been fun and excitement. I think of the fun and funny things about her and I am excited about where she is and the great work I know she is doing on the other side of the veil.
For the fun and funny:
Belch, bellybutton, burp, butt, barf, or boobs. If it started with a "b", you would never hear it come from my Mothers' mouth.
“There are such things as the use of proper vocabulary, dear.” She would say.
We didn’t talk about our “time of the month”, or refer to our “fanny” very much. We didn’t show our “navels” and the only thing that was allowed to “burp” was a baby. She held our hair back as we “vomited” and our bodies were “torsos”. We “tinkled” and went “number two” but talking about bodily functions was pretty unacceptable (since I guess “body” started with a “b”). Jeans were what farmers wore and girls were meant to have long hair and boys, short hair. “Two-piece swimming suits” (bikinis starts with a “b”) were out of the question and “respect for your elders” meant you did not address them by their first name – EVER – and what they said, went.
Thinking of her prompts me to remember my P’s and Q’s (not my “b’s”). She would get so flustered in the company of base remarks. Although I’m grateful for her example, she still makes me laugh.
I also get excited when I think of her and where she is. She is amongst great company and I often think that when my time comes, how excited I will be to see God, Christ, Mom, Doug,
Until then… on this balmy bench I banter a bunch of words for my beautiful mother to bask in. These are “b’s” she actually enjoyed…
Ballet, butterflies, bouquets, Brahms, babies, blessings, beautiful, big band, black strap molasses, books, breezes, belief and bells.