We sat at the kitchen table. It was, just days before, our mother’s kitchen table, but now she was gone and we were suddenly the ones left.
As we talked, as brother and sister do, she was going around the house gathering various jars of pennies, coffee cans of lose change and when she began counting it out, I finally I asked what she was doing. “We need to divide things up.” She said, as if my thoughts were headed down that road.
“I do not want anything. I replied. We just need to make some phone calls to see what it is we need to do next.” That took place in 2011. It is now 2026. My sister and I live across the country from each other.
The last time I got to see her was when I was told by the doctor that I had Leukemia. She flew out to spend time with me. As you can see by this post, I survived. Other than our various operations and general growing old pains, we are still enjoying each day.
Today I received a
mystery package in the mail. It was a
book. I did not order it or even know
why anyone would send it to me. Then,
tucked in the envelope with the book was a note from my sister. She had read on my blog about a time I had
found this book in a bookstore. It had
made an impact on me and she thought I should have it.
"At the age of eighty my mother had her last bad fall, and after that her mind wandered free through time."
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