I'm a very family-oriented kind of person. Always put my family over anything and everything. Most people don't, but I do. My father was my best friend growing up, and my mother was my idol. My siblings were always my PIC's (Partners in Crime). My parents always told us that when its their time to go, they will always be with us, no matter what. So when we lost Dad on Christmas, that was devastating. But losing our mother later on, when she promised she would live forever, that was the most trying time of my young families life. A promise that I know would never really be followed through, but it was my belief that she would live a long, long time, like she always said, "I'ma be old and gray before I kick it". She was 44.
One day, a week or so after we had buried our mother, my sisters, brother and I were cleaning the house. We were, of course, crying and cleaning, sadly, trying to keep to ourselves. I looked at them and thought, "you know, I'm going to take them out to eat, feed 'em and make 'em smile, hopefully", so that's what I did.
When we came back to the house, we were going back into our gloomy, depressing state we were in before we left for our dinner. We all walked in, sat down at our respected spots at the table, and started reminiscing. Had a laugh here and there, but more tears. My mother always said to never cry for her, she doesn't want it to rain on her journey. I kept thinking that, over and over again in my mind. We all of a sudden didn't have any tears. We were still crying, but no tears.
We started talking about everything from what Mom had done for us, and what we had done for Mom. My older sister said, 'Yeah, remember when Dad passed we bought Maw that big ol' dream catcher-' we all looked at it at the same time. It was turned over! The feathers at the end of it were kind of swaying as if it was just turned over. We all felt like a cool breeze hit us all. Older sis had felt it on her cheeks (like Maw used to do, grab her face and kiss her on the forehead); younger brother and sister felt it kind of hug them, (Lil bro and Lil sis said it felt like Maws hugs); and myself, I felt it on my hands only (Maw use to grab my hands and try to warm them up, I'm always the cold one). So I said, 'Maw, are you still here?' And we heard a faint knock coming from the wall where the dream catcher was hanging on (the same kind of knock my maw used to do when she would come to the door at our home). Older sis said 'how do we know its our mother?'; and I shiat you not, we heard our mother laughing. Laughing as though she never left. Laughing loud and proud, and sounding happier than ever.
My siblings and I, to this day, still hear a random laugh coming from unoccupied rooms in the house. Sometimes it sounds like Dad, most of the random times, it sounds like our Mom.
More stories to come about my (our) awesome parents.