An antibiotic left Mama almost deaf at 92.
Long distance I call about my son’s report card.
“He’s playing the recorder? Wonderful!”
More misinterpretations follow.
Frustrated, I yell, “I love you!”
She answers, “I love you, too.”
We have that: three words rattling at the bottom of the pill bottle.
Beth Tillman has learned not to rely on the word count tool in her document production software to give her fifty. Some things can’t be delegated.
Cremated in December, he left a will directing the lawyer to scatter his ashes with his dog Coco’s.
A floral tin marked “Coco” arrived at the firm. The secretary, a bad speller, took it to the kitchen, glad that someone had finally sent a Christmas food gift she would enjoy.
Beth Tillman’s estate planning practice spawns stories both dark and humorous.
Mother in evening dress and mink hugs me. Chanel No. 5 and a hint of dead animal deliver separation.
Her hand stroking my face bestows Jergen’s lotion, a thread of connection as she closes the door.
Alone in bed, I stargaze and clutch Snoopy, whose fur smells only of me.
Beth keeps her Winnie-the-Pooh blanket in her safe deposit box next to a Confederate dollar bill. You can find her blog at www.sideglimpses.com.
We held a backyard funeral for Oscar the dachshund. I delivered a memorial about squirrels, ear scritches, and bacon.
Our toddler loved him fiercely. I asked if he wanted to add anything. He knelt, patted the grave, and offered, “Just, ‘Good boy.'”
He always did know what Oscar liked best.
Beth is a whirling dervish who pauses now and again to write something. Her blog can be found at sideglimpses.blogspot.com and she can be found drinking coffee.
The cave wall is covered with our story, but the little ones sneak in,
draw, and interfere.
One might think we kill to eat. We tried. Our stomachs revolted.
They just like making blood pictures with that red clay. But clubs
and animal death?
Ack, who will know the difference?
Beth is an estate planning attorney in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. She has an M.A. in English from the University of North Carolina in Chapel Hill and spends her spare time writing a blog at sideglimpses.blogspot.com and sorting through her tangible goods for lost earrings.