|the memorial box I made for my mother at an art workshop in Oaxaca in 2017|
and the birthday cake that was a craft project at one of my daughter's birthday parties....ages ago
Yesterday began with the faint scent of cigarette smoke in the air. This is not a smoke-free building, but I've never smelled cigarettes before... still, there it was, wafting in from somewhere. My mom is such a talented and persistent ghost. Then a phone call came in that resulted in a small financial windfall--much appreciated, given all the moving expenses that will take months to recover from.
Later in the evening there were tickets to a play that I'd made plans for last week not quite realizing that the performance was on my mother's birthday. The action of the play opens just as all the characters have died in a tragic accident so....welcome to the afterlife and the struggles and the dramas that ensue there.
One of my daughters had reminded me in the morning that she celebrates her grandmother's birthday by buying a lottery ticket and having a martini. Schedules did not allow us to get together for drinks, so I had my martini before the theatre.
In my theatre seat, checking my email one last time before I turning off my phone, I received a thumbs up from the literary magazine that was considering an essay of mine...that is in large part about death, the afterlife, and my mother.
Some days are surprisingly seamless. Thanks, Mom.