Recliner dreams are always way better than bed ones. Last night, Grady barrel-ass ran right into me puppy train strong, the collision I could feel deep into my thigh, and I stroked his golden spine striding next to mine.
Bathed in light while body dark and drooling room at night.
Oh! To touch not a memory but share his living heart. To not recall but live, and run and run in sun.
"Your glucose is up" says Miss Pin Prick biodegradable-metric percent off coupon some Health.
"Oh no" I yell. "Surrender!"
I always feel cooerced a holiday to "remember" Mom today and that's just silly. You can't forget or miss presence that is part your pie the whole.
Mom would like that pun.
I don't have to remember her for each day she lives in me. In dialogue, in smiles and laughs and tears, or at a pretty beachtown brimming with caring people with open hearts and lots of interesting stories.
But yes the hugs and sound are terrible ghosts in maybe taunting dreams. But those are the just crows on a sunny breezy day. They do fade and chirps return.
So happy Mother's Day Mom... let's go share the day.
