Naleighna Kai's Literary Cafe Magazine NK Literary Cafe 2018 Mother's Day Issue | Page 24

She taught me how to live
She taught me how to die
Dearest. We called her Dearest because she
became that and more. I was raised by two women
who were together for over thirty years. Dearest
was my “other mother’s” mother. The first line of
her Will was “If you’re reading this then, it’s Happy
Trails to you …” Right. Humor. Even in death. I get
it honestly. were humans). Boobs and a delta for the female, the rod
and the um … “pinwheels” for the male. Every time I lay
eyes on them, I laugh. I won’t tell you the rest of what
was in that little package, but suffice it to say that it was
evidence that in the right opportunity and a ... hmmm ...
the perfect position, she often had a way to keep a smile
on her face and love in her heart. Amen to that.
She left her books to me, but she also left me a
little package to let me know that life did not end
just because a woman reaches a certain age. I have
a pair of ceramic frogs on the window sill of my
kitchen. They look innocent enough, until you turn
them over. Both are anatomically correct (if they Unlike when some family members make their
transition, no family squabbles or smash and grabs took
place. She had everything detailed, the Will, Trust, Power
of Attorney, cremation prepaid—everything in place so
there was no mistaking who she meant to have this or
that. She left here so smoothly that to this day, it doesn’t
feel like she’s gone.
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