MOTHER
BY K C SOMMERS
©APRIL 4, 2012

Chapter Two

      I must have fallen asleep as I had done many times before in that same position three feet from my mother’s door. “Carol, Carol! Whispered chants of my name brought me back from sleep. It was my eighteen year old niece Sybil. Mom wants to know if you’re ready”.

      “Hum! Yea”, clearing my throat. “Yes almost, I need to fix my face. I hated warring makeup, yet five years older since last burying a parent I may have needed it.

       Dad, dad, now my father had passed away at seventy two he seemed to be in the best of shape better than most men his age. Playing Golf almost every day for the past five years, he even died doing what he loved most, golfing. On the nineteenth hole after playing my turn he turned to my sister and me, and then said. “Girls, you know I love you, but I am giving up golf, this is my last hole he putted and sank his last putt from twelve feet away. “I’m tired girls; I want to see your mother”. Then he sat down next to the nineteenth cup and stopped breathing.

      I stood up from my favorite spot since mom past away and walked to the door way of my parent’s room. When Mom had gotten sick, Dad moved into the room next to mine that put him between mom and me with and adjoining door to a shared bath. Having southern exposure dad and grand-pa built bay windows for the five bedrooms on the second floor of our home each had a window seat that I loved to look out on to the natural beauty that our Lord had provided.

      Now as I stepped into what I sometimes call my mother’s room I look around and remember when they shared the room and then remembered the last few months when I came back home to help dad with her. He had moved at her request; the bed into the middle of the room so that mom could look out the window onto ranch she loved so dear.

      The bed, well the bed had been moved back now and my father had moved back into their room. When my little sister Trish and I stayed there from time to check in on him and wash his dishes and cloths. Well let’s say staying all night, it was a chore to sleep. We both have discussed the crying and low talking we heard from my parent’s room. I suspected he was praying, maybe he was, but Trish thought he was talking to mom.

      I loved my dad, and my mom both but I knew my father loved my mother so much it hurt him deeply when she past.

       I wondered if I ever loved my mom as much as he did. You see I have never once cried since my mom past away.

Chapter Three

      Sybil followed me into my parent’s room. Grown and beautiful my eighteen year old niece had taken my hand and lovingly squeezed it. “Are you all right”, she had asked the very same question five years prior in the same manner on the same occasion yet this time it was my father that is gone now and I was standing in their room looking out the same window that they looked from every day as my parents.

      “The black is almost gone”.

      “What”? I asked

      “The blacken trees, well at least here they are. Up by Sisters the trees are standing dead. My professor said they might not come back in our life time. Hundred year old trees gone in one afternoon, all from lighting, you know”? Sybil sighed.

      “Your grand-ma loved those trees; it was like she took them with her when she died”.

      “Yea, I thought that too, I remembered that morning when the rain came and the lighting struck the trees and sometime after we had dinner the fire burned out at great grand-pa’s fire break”. Sybil replied.

      “Look”, Sybil said solemnly. “It’s raining again”!

      “Yea”!

  

Chapter Four