Death and Life

It is windy and the marigold bush outside my window scrapes the window screen as I type. The flowers are still bright orange dancing in the mid November breeze. Is it global warming or just a calendar shift? In any case, it is Sunday morning and I am back. Without really having left, I have been many places. I lost my mother, Evelyn Adams Sartain, on August 10. Rest in Peace, Gram. I have reminders of her everywhere so it's almost like she is still here. I hear her voice in my head daily.... sometimes it's a chiding reminder like, "Mari Beth don't leave your shoes everywhere" and sometimes it's something she's said like, "Make sure you take good care of your little girl." I wonder when I am gone, which of my messages will replay in Edie's head. I can only hope they are messages of love, support and encouragement. Edie loved her Gram and vice versa. Edie was so good with her in her last days on this earth. We miss her and we love her and so it goes, and so it goes, and so it goes.