Uninvited Guest

I honestly did not have any intention of posting again today.

But, I had a moment.

I stood breathless for a moment,

clutching a pink striped shirt

that was my Mothers.

The guest room has a guest,

a mouse or a roof rat.

We live near a small lake and a creek, so it is normal,

to have an uninvited guest once and awhile.

It gives me the willies,

and Larry is out of town, so I have a phobia

that the "guest" will be caught and I will have to be the

masters of ceremonies for the disposal.

Being the proactive woman I am,

I am cleaning out the guest room closet.

(hoping I do not come eye to eye with said guest)

Years of ART class supplies, canvases yet to be masterpieces....

it has been an adventure of its own, reliving classes I have taught,

paintings that I am ready to create, and friends I have made.

Then, at the top of the closet,

 I found an old MONET tote bag, brought home years ago from Paris.

It was filled with the most wonderful fabric, cut and ready

for something called a STARGAZEY QUILT

and

under that, was a bulky mess of pink fabric.

It was worn and soft, clean and folded.

It was the pink striped top and shorts she wore

to the Thursday chemo, before she died three days later.

I hugged it!

I remembered it!

After Mother's memorial service,

 I remember asking my sisters if I might have it.

I hugged it again.

Mothers scent was gone, but the buttons!

She had buttoned the buttons.

On this day,

when I was missing my mother in the worst way,

and wishing that she was here for this new, wonderful, time in our family....

The uninvited guest made it possible that I find

the pink striped shorts and top.

I still hope that I do not have to see the "guest".....

but I whispered thanks to him.

Love you.

Me