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It's ringing in my pocketbook. The enormous mommy sized one.
I am driving with one hand and reaching...
Got it.
It's my brother.
Chit chat hi/ hi
Tunnel sound from speaker phone buzz.
I pass Mobile.
Gas is down to $3.95 a gallon .
Then, "We have to decide what to write on mom's gravestone.
If you can't talk about this now I understand."
It's not cell phones that cause accidents - It's the conversations.
Hess gas is $3.97 a gallon.
"I can talk about it."
pause
"How about, 'She was loved by all.'"
Huge laughter on the other end of the phone.
Finally he says, "That's what Dad's stone says, 'He was loved by all who knew him.'"
Tuxedo rentals in a previously empty store...
"That's not funny!"
"I'm serious, that's what it says. Did you know that?"
"No, I didn't know that, or I wouldn't have suggested it. I mean, maybe I remember it from some subconscious place, but no, I didn't know that!!"
Red Lobster is renovating...
"Are you going to write about this? It is sooo Bob's Daughter."
"I don't know. This is twisted."
"What do you think it means?" says a voice that is suddenly my younger brother, rather that the man I joke around with.
pause
"That she probably spent as much time thinking about it as I just did."
"We'll think of something," responds the man whom I recently began relying on for comfort.
Marshalls is long past. The exit for 209 south is upon me.
~ Bob's Daughter
I am driving with one hand and reaching...
Got it.
It's my brother.
Chit chat hi/ hi
Tunnel sound from speaker phone buzz.
I pass Mobile.
Gas is down to $3.95 a gallon .
Then, "We have to decide what to write on mom's gravestone.
If you can't talk about this now I understand."
It's not cell phones that cause accidents - It's the conversations.
Hess gas is $3.97 a gallon.
"I can talk about it."
pause
"How about, 'She was loved by all.'"
Huge laughter on the other end of the phone.
Finally he says, "That's what Dad's stone says, 'He was loved by all who knew him.'"
Tuxedo rentals in a previously empty store...
"That's not funny!"
"I'm serious, that's what it says. Did you know that?"
"No, I didn't know that, or I wouldn't have suggested it. I mean, maybe I remember it from some subconscious place, but no, I didn't know that!!"
Red Lobster is renovating...
"Are you going to write about this? It is sooo Bob's Daughter."
"I don't know. This is twisted."
"What do you think it means?" says a voice that is suddenly my younger brother, rather that the man I joke around with.
pause
"That she probably spent as much time thinking about it as I just did."
"We'll think of something," responds the man whom I recently began relying on for comfort.
Marshalls is long past. The exit for 209 south is upon me.
~ Bob's Daughter
I don't think you know how much my fatherless self loves reading this.
ReplyDeleteThank you Shey. I don't know where this is going, but I will keep writing, especially now that I know it means so much to you. Best, Emily
ReplyDeleteI don't know how many of these blogs I have yet to read Emily, but I hope there are many. It means the world to me, missing you as I do. It's comforting to read these and know that I'm not the only one turning to Google to find a person I won't see again. I once told my buddy Heath once that I think it's really nice when people who have died still have Facebook pages and that their loved ones can write on their walls. "It's like people still feel like there's a place they can go to tell them things," I said. She replied, "Ugh, god, I hope that's not how it works. If I die and I still have to check this thing, I'll be so pissed."
ReplyDeleteI could fill a book with all I want to tell you.. You would probably say to do it. Keep checking your email, because if I do that's where it'll go. Miss you terribly and love always. - Meg