Oh! I Miss Mom’s Laugh.

Jack was buried yesterday. Donning, I hope, dancing shoes!

I promised to dance in my kitchen for 103-year-old Jack and his ever-young Mary — and my Mom & Dad. And I did.

Waltzing to my Mind’s Voice — which, I must say, is quite lovely — rounding my kitchen thinking of Mom & Dad … I saw them Waltzing at my sister’s wedding.

Forty years ago today made one of four favorite memories of Mom & Dad dancing. Stories all. Sensory experiences, still and all.

Gliding as one within a Waltz, no matter what song was playing … whirling their own steps … minding nothing but each another, not even the music. Lost in magical moments of their memories.

Mom’s Chanel wafts into Dad’s signature scent, sweat. Dad’s left palm sands Mom’s right as they spin; her left thumb instinctively smooths his shoulder. Dad’s greens marvel into Mom’s greys as he leans. Whispering with secrets and Martini kisses, Dad leaves Mom … laughing.

Not “ha-ha” response to Dad’s wit. Quick, sharp, and funny Dad unwaveringly was — and IS — just not in this dance. Nor was Mom’s blush embarrassment at Dad’s ‘PDA’ — though often it was. I’m certain Dad IS making Mom blush, still and often!

Rather, bubbling up from some essential, spiritual place, Mom’s laughter is … glee … pure bliss … simply, Love manifest.

And, although I can hear it in my Mind’s Ear — and could, for you, Read your Mom’s — oh, I miss Mom’s Laugh-with-Love!

I invite YOU: Believe!

Make time Sunday Morning — and every day before and after each Mother’s Day — to share her favorite stories. Laugh for your Mom or a Daughter. Dance with your Dad or a Son. Remember your Sister’s Wedding Day morning. Raise a Martini or Manhattan to them all.

Better: Pop champagne! It’s always five o’clock in Heaven. ;)

KEEP experiencing your sensory memories — invoking all your Senses. And yes, YOU have my nine Clairs.

Then wait.

They’ll respond.

How? When? With what?

Her signature scent. A flashback memory of a signature move — Muther dancing like Ginger … l’Abuela cooking like Julia … Susie aglow, grey-blue eyes and heart-shaped, tanned face forever defined beneath her fine-lace turban: The Most Beautiful Bride. Ever.

Defining, “Signature Energy Moves” — like Gram’s tucking you in, Aunt Margie’s comforting hand on your shoulder, Mom’s palm cupping your cheek — common among thousands of Moms, Aunts, and Grands I’ve been privileged to Read. Thanks, Ladies!

I implore YOU: Receive!

Memories that move. Messages that empower. Energy that inspires. Essential reminders that Their Essence remains.

Presence. You can experience it. Just BE™

Then: Allow yourself to feel … everything and whatever you feel. It’s okay.

I write weeping. Words blur before my greens since “my Mom’s Laugh-with-Love” line. Of course they do. And that’s okay, too.

When you’re ready, I will be — to help achieve your Mother’s Day Conversations — designed for, about, and between Moms and Children.

’Til then, I’ll stop, if you don’t mind — writing, I mean — and enJOY my Mom’s and Dad’s whirls a while longer.

Love IS Dancing in Paradise — and both sides of Heaven!™

PostScript: Meantime, remember — Mother’s Day (today in Spain, next Sunday in America, next March in Ireland) and always: You Are Loved.

I Miss Mom’s Laugh

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