Last night, pretty unexpectedly, someone special left our world, and we said goodbye to the boys Mamaw, GACs mother.
I’m certain she’s being escorted around the afterlife as we speak by her daughter, getting shown where the bathrooms are, the bad parts of town, and the choice garden shops. I’m also certain she’s watching over her precious husband, mother, son and daughter, her hand on their heads, as well as her boys and new girls (she adopted Bell and is very much WeePTs third grandmother). The boys know this, they’ve done it before, but it doesn’t make the loss hurt less.
Right now, it feels, to use Pigpens words, like a bad joke. Friday we’ll have a memorial at the funeral home, and by then we’ll all know that we’re sharing a world without Mamaw, but also a sky with a new star.
Before the baby was born, we frequented the local Cancuns…a lot. I’d say we were pretty close to “regulars.”
Then I got pregnant. Not too many bad pregnancy symptoms…but the one I did have, ruled out ever going back to Cancuns (it was the only thing my stomach completely rejected)…much to the demise of AT. He loves Cancuns.
Anyway…a little over a year later, we are back. Margaritas and salsa. Yum.
WeePT is sitting in her high chair…talking as loud as she can to overcome the volume of the karioke.
…and the waiter sets down a refill on the salsa and chips…a little too close to little fingers.