A Last Request and a Lasting Lesson From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Thanks to My Mom By Judith Lavori Keiser When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. ~Kahlil Gibran My mom died just before dawn on a miserably cold and rainy December morning. The dark clouds and constant drizzle over her Cape Cod neighborhood fit our somber moods as my brothers and sisters and I arranged with the local funeral home for Mom's last departure from her beloved house on the edge of the tidal marsh. All five of us were there, having been alerted earlier that week. As soon as we had gotten "The Call," we had immediately flown or driven from our homes in California, Florida, Georgia and New York to the house on the marsh. We had left behind our sympathetic spouses, needy children, pending projects and full schedules. My husband bravely took over for me to support our nine-year-old son, who was nervously anticipating his first school-wide Geography Bee that week. In spite of their shared anxiety about the upcoming Bee, both of them understood that I needed to be with my mother and my brothers and sisters. They didn't want me to worry about them, because I had more important things to worry about. (Keep reading) |
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