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hold  of  my  arm  before  I  was  completely  gone  and  she  embraced  me,  nearly  smothering  me.  I  tried  to  break  free.  I  needed  to  escape.  To  clear  my  thoughts.  To  grieve – alone.  She  wouldn’t  allow  it.

     For  the  first  time  in  13  years,  my  mother  and  I  grieved  together.  Not  for  14  minutes.  Not  for  55  minutes.  But  until  we  were  out  of  tears.  This  time  neither  of  us  glanced  at  a  clock.

“Not the End, a New Beginning”

 

     I  was  in  our  backyard  showing  my  mom  and  grandmother  my  gymnastics  floor  routine,  while  my  grandfather  tended  to  the  grill.  My  competition  is  in  less  than  3  weeks  and  my  family  has  cleared  their  schedules  to  be  there.  My  mother  canceled  all  impending  home  shows.  My  grandmother  put  off  her  double  mastectomy  until  after.  My  grandfather,  well…he’s  in  retirement,  so  he  really  hasn’t  an  excuse  not  to  be  there.

     Things  between  my  mom  and  her  parents  seem  to  be  smooth  sailing.  This  breast  cancer  scare  seems  to  have  put  a  scare  into  all  of  us.  My  grandparents  come  over  every  weekend  for  a  backyard  picnic.  My  grandfather  has  even  taken  up  the  responsibility  of  taking  me  to  my  practices.  While  I’m  toning  up  my  gymnastics  skills,  my  mom  and  her  mother  spend  quality  time  together.  They  realized  that  they  love  to  have  dinner  together  once  a  week,  followed  by  a  shopping  spree.  Which  is  awesome  for  me,  because  I’m  usually  the  recipient  of  said  sprees.

     And,  as  for  my  mother…let’s  just  say  that  her  14  minutes  are  fewer  and  farther  between.  I  can  sometimes  hear  her  weeping  but  it’s  not  as  often  and  it’s  usually  after  she  thinks  I’m  asleep.  But,  it’s  okay.  She  will  never  get  over  losing  her  Soul  Mate.  Then,  again,  why  would  I  want  her  to.

     My  grandfather  goes  into  the  house  to  fetch  a  pitcher  of  my  mom’s  refreshing  iced  tea,  with  grandmother  right  behind  him.  They  can’t  be  apart  for  more  than  two  minutes.  As  my  mom  and  I  have  been  rekindling  our  relationship,  they  have  been  rekindling  theirs,  as  well.

     My  mom  takes  a  bite  of  her  hot  dog  and  finds  me  staring  at  her.  “What?  Is  there  something  on  my  face?”  she  asks  me.

     I  stand  up  from  the  bench  I’m  on  and  seat  myself  on  her  lap.  I  cup  her  face  in  my  hands  and  reply,  “Nothing,  but  beauty,  Mami.  Nothing,  but  beauty.”

     I  haven’t  seen  her  smile  that  huge  or  her  brown-sugar  eyes  sparkle  that  much  in  a  really,  really  long  time.    

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Publication Date: 04-26-2013

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Dedication:
For my mother - I miss you dearly and I would do anything to spend just one more day with you.

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