On the rare occasion I find myself staring at the dark bedroom ceiling, failing to quell my active brain, I picture Mom sitting on the edge of my bed, close my eyes, and think of pleasant things. It’s rather like opening a treasure chest and sifting through a trove of lovely keepsakes.
Some of the places and memories I often replay:
Fragrant lilacs blossoming outside our front room windows.
Golden sun on the golf course, with a jackrabbit loping across the fairway.
My beloved late cat, Beezum, curled up in my arms and breathing softly on my cheek.
The whole Haropulos clan on blankets on the sand at Rye Beach, New Hampshire in the 1960’s.
Chasing fireflies in our pajamas in the back yard on Forbes Street.
“Now I lay me down to sleep…” Thank you, Mommy.