My mother joined my father this weekend.
It is odd. Both parents are gone. We kids are the elders now. I don't feel elder. Or wise.
I know we are in a grace period and that the loss will hit me soon. But for now we are coping.
Mom hated bagpipes. Really really hated them. My father's friend played and I was always fascinated. I wanted to learn and he wanted to teach me. But Mom threatened to kick me out of the house if I did. I explained that I could get a full scholarship if I was proficient. That made no difference. There was to be NO, ABSOLUTELY NO bagpipes in her house.
My brother wants to get a piper for the Memorial.
I think she will come back and smack him.
Maybe that is the point?
All the women in her family were as beautiful.
I take after my Dad.