God made me to love and serve him…
Dad worked in the furniture store that doubled as the funeral parlor; where he trained to be a mortician –
“god willin’ and the creek don’t rise”
That’s how Mom & Dad met in ’46 – at grandpa’s wake.
Six of one half a dozen of the other.
Dad had a side business making colostomy bags and used to answer the phone, “Sherman’s morgue, you kill ’em, we chill ’em.” He’d get off the phone, laughin’.
It got me familiar, aquainted, not to fear death.
Mom was a hospice nurse and dragged me to every patient’s wake.
“Oh, didn’t they do a nice job?” “Didn’t Mr. J look so natural?”
She’d say to me, “Mary Therese, when you lie you make Jesus cry.”
I was devastated.
Meanwhile, after the goldrush, crystal blue persuasion, you are the sunshine of my life, both sides now, don’t you love me baby, kramer’s “giddy-up”, I’d stop in at the Billy Goat for a brewski, cheezberger, cheezberger, cheezberger and watch….da Bears.
Disasters, fires and death…all of us; parents and siblings, it was in our genes.
You care for others first in this life and you will be rewarded in the next because-
God helps those that help themselves.
I am the black sheep/healer/hospice worker/massage therapist/zen buddhist/home birther/Namaste/omnamahshivaya/ommanipadmehum/gassho.
There is no god and she is always with you.
dVerse-Hearth, Home and Common Speech prompt today by Gay Reiser Cannon
Head on over to: http://dversepoets.com/2013/12/12/hearth-home-and-the-common-tongue/