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Authors: Carolyn Ridder Aspenson
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Almost eighty years reduced to a room full of stuff. I made a decision to work hard to let her memory live on then. It wasn’t right to leave this world with just stuff. Memories were far more valuable.
“I was sort of hoping we could keep the furniture down here and make this another guest room, but I don’t know now. What do you think?”
Mel studied the size of the room. “I don’t think so. This is your kids’ space, and you already have a guest room upstairs. Maybe Goodwill is the way to go.”
I knew she was right, but there was a part of me that didn’t want to get rid of any of Ma’s stuff. “Maybe I should see if my niece wants the furniture? She could use it for her new place.”
“That’s a good idea." She surveyed the stuff again.. “But what if your mother is here because she’s attached to her stuff? What if you give it to your niece and your mother goes with it?”
Just then Ma floated into the room. I had to admit, it was sort of cool, really, to watch her float like that. “I’m not attached to my stuff. I don’t just stay here, you know. Tell her I go to your brothers’ houses too. And anyway, I’m dead, what do I need all that crap for?"
“Mel, she’s here.” I whispered.
She didn’t even flinch. “Not falling for it, Ang.”
“No, I’m serious. She’s here. Floating on the right side of her bed. Look, do you see her?” I pointed to the right side of the bed, and then felt like an idiot for doing so.
Mel stared at the bed, squinted her eyes and stuck her neck out, as if that would help her see something impossible for her. “Oh my God. There she is. Holy crap, Ang, I can see her, right there.” She pointed in the wrong direction.
“Nice try, loser, but she’s here, I swear." I crossed my heart for good measure.
She focused on the bed again. Ma shook her hips and stuck out her tongue. I bit back a giggle.
“Stop messing with me." She hugged herself. “I’m freezing, Ang. What do you have the AC set on, negative 70?”
I laughed. “I told you, she’s here. It always gets cold when she comes around.”
Mel gave me her " that's B.S ." look.
“Mel, I. Am. Serious. She. Is. Here.” I said it like a parent talking to a toddler in time out. “Ma, move something. Show her you’re here.”
Ma threw her hands up in the air. “Ah, Madone. What’s she think? I’m a magician or something? You know I can’t move things on purpose. Yesterday I was at your brother Paul’s house and I accidently touched the counter and knocked a dish over. Faith was there and when your brother came in, she got blamed for it. Poor bambina. Faith told him it was Grandma Fran, but that just got her in more trouble. I told her that seeing me is a secret, and not to tell her dad anymore, that we’d just keep it between us.”
Well, that added another layer to the taco dip, didn’t it? Selfishly, I couldn’t help but feel slightly perturbed that my mother showed herself to whoever could see her. I gave myself a face palm. A therapist would have a field day with that one.
“I’ll talk to Faith, Ma. Eventually. I’ll figure out a way to explain all of this.”
Mel looked and me and then back toward the bed again. “She’s really here, isn’t she? I can tell. You look like you’re really listening to her. Plus, that whole face palm thing sort of gave you away. You always did that when she frustrated you. Plus, I think you’re crazy but not crazy enough to talk to yourself like that. Yet. What’s she saying?”
I realized I was staring at my mother, and switched back to Mel. “She’s telling me she got my niece Faith in trouble because she accidently knocked a plate off the counter, but my brother didn’t believe Faith when she said it was Grandma’s fault.”
Mel got up and took my mother’s throw off of her bed and wrapped it around her. “Seriously Ang, it’s cold down here.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Not my fault. Blame Fran, Mel. I’m telling you, it’s
“I was sort of hoping we could keep the furniture down here and make this another guest room, but I don’t know now. What do you think?”
Mel studied the size of the room. “I don’t think so. This is your kids’ space, and you already have a guest room upstairs. Maybe Goodwill is the way to go.”
I knew she was right, but there was a part of me that didn’t want to get rid of any of Ma’s stuff. “Maybe I should see if my niece wants the furniture? She could use it for her new place.”
“That’s a good idea." She surveyed the stuff again.. “But what if your mother is here because she’s attached to her stuff? What if you give it to your niece and your mother goes with it?”
Just then Ma floated into the room. I had to admit, it was sort of cool, really, to watch her float like that. “I’m not attached to my stuff. I don’t just stay here, you know. Tell her I go to your brothers’ houses too. And anyway, I’m dead, what do I need all that crap for?"
“Mel, she’s here.” I whispered.
She didn’t even flinch. “Not falling for it, Ang.”
“No, I’m serious. She’s here. Floating on the right side of her bed. Look, do you see her?” I pointed to the right side of the bed, and then felt like an idiot for doing so.
Mel stared at the bed, squinted her eyes and stuck her neck out, as if that would help her see something impossible for her. “Oh my God. There she is. Holy crap, Ang, I can see her, right there.” She pointed in the wrong direction.
“Nice try, loser, but she’s here, I swear." I crossed my heart for good measure.
She focused on the bed again. Ma shook her hips and stuck out her tongue. I bit back a giggle.
“Stop messing with me." She hugged herself. “I’m freezing, Ang. What do you have the AC set on, negative 70?”
I laughed. “I told you, she’s here. It always gets cold when she comes around.”
Mel gave me her " that's B.S ." look.
“Mel, I. Am. Serious. She. Is. Here.” I said it like a parent talking to a toddler in time out. “Ma, move something. Show her you’re here.”
Ma threw her hands up in the air. “Ah, Madone. What’s she think? I’m a magician or something? You know I can’t move things on purpose. Yesterday I was at your brother Paul’s house and I accidently touched the counter and knocked a dish over. Faith was there and when your brother came in, she got blamed for it. Poor bambina. Faith told him it was Grandma Fran, but that just got her in more trouble. I told her that seeing me is a secret, and not to tell her dad anymore, that we’d just keep it between us.”
Well, that added another layer to the taco dip, didn’t it? Selfishly, I couldn’t help but feel slightly perturbed that my mother showed herself to whoever could see her. I gave myself a face palm. A therapist would have a field day with that one.
“I’ll talk to Faith, Ma. Eventually. I’ll figure out a way to explain all of this.”
Mel looked and me and then back toward the bed again. “She’s really here, isn’t she? I can tell. You look like you’re really listening to her. Plus, that whole face palm thing sort of gave you away. You always did that when she frustrated you. Plus, I think you’re crazy but not crazy enough to talk to yourself like that. Yet. What’s she saying?”
I realized I was staring at my mother, and switched back to Mel. “She’s telling me she got my niece Faith in trouble because she accidently knocked a plate off the counter, but my brother didn’t believe Faith when she said it was Grandma’s fault.”
Mel got up and took my mother’s throw off of her bed and wrapped it around her. “Seriously Ang, it’s cold down here.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Not my fault. Blame Fran, Mel. I’m telling you, it’s
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