Sunday, May 11, 2008


She liked dogwood flowers and sunning herself until her skin was hot. You could smell the baby oil and iodine rising in the summer heat as she turned ever so slightly orange and freckled. She liked to fish and sat with her eyes closed holding onto her rod as if she could charm a fish to biting. My father patiently untangled the endless snarls she created in those Penn reels.

She laughed and accepted his rod to continue fishing, saying, "Gordian knot, again."

It was his way of tenderness though he sputtered and cursed about wasting tackle on her.

Then she would close her eyes again with that half smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. She lived on the verge of laughter.

She made pineapple and mayonnaise sandwiches on Sunbeam bread that became cold and mushy in the cooler. They were like sandwich pudding by the time we broke them out over the cobia hole in Port Royal Sound, but nothing was better in that blazing sun with the sharks circling our eels. She would hand me a Fresca before popping the top of her Schlitz Malt Liquor--so cold it had turned to beer Slushie.

Her humor and wit is what I remember best of her. Even at the end, with the cancer and the pain and the dying, she looked across the road from our house where a house trailer had been put and said, "See? I told you I would die if they put a trailer on our street. Now look at me!"

The main thing my mother left me was by myself.

8 Comments:

  1. Jo said...
    Such a very touching post Rosie. I have wiped so many tears today as I read Mother's Day posts. Does the hurt ever really go away? I lost my mom to cancer in 2001, still every holiday, every birthday that passes, my heart aches for her to be by my side.

    Big hugs to you Rosie.
    Mike Golch said...
    Our Mother's have a way of inprinting great things on us.I'm glad that I was with Ma on her last day of life as well.She accepted her death with grace.(tears are running)
    Missybw said...
    You remind me how precious my Mother is. Even when she's driving me nuts, I cannot imagine life without her. I'm so sorry you have to. Happy Mother's Day - she's with you still.
    Tossing Pebbles in the Stream said...
    A touching tale. I think you were left a lot more than just "by myself".

    Those who have passed who were entwinned in our life are with us always.
    Leeuna said...
    Rosie, this is so beautiful. She sounds like a wonderful woman. I think you must be a lot like her...

    Yes, today was so sad. And to answer jo's question in her post, no the hurt never goes away. Nothing is ever the same once our mothers are gone. I still feel her near me but sometimes I would just love to sit and talk to her once more... But life does go on and somehow with God's grace we get through.

    I'm also glad that your Friend Scott is getting a new start but I know it will be tough for you for a while. If you need to talk we are here for you Rosie. Take care and have a good week.

    Hugs
    Leeuna
    threecollie said...
    Your wonderful, talented self...what a beautiful post!
    MK Stover said...
    I laughed out loud at "See? I told you I would die..."
    What a great sense of humor! In humor lies strength; I think your mother left you with that, too.
    Jbeeky said...
    What a beautiful post. Thank you.

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