Month: June 2019

You are just dropped in to a dream, willy nilly, Act I: Scene 1, with cameras rolling.

I found myself in my childhood primary, middle and high school…all one building… in the day….at least for country folks….

I was standing in the hall, first floor, books in my arms, wearing a plaid skirt and  ban-lon twin sweater set, carrying school books.  I noticed the walls, the lockers, everything was painted a light grey green and my heart went out to the Janitor…I saw lots of scuff marks in his future.  The floors were highly polished, like ready for a new school year….but everything was eerily quiet, rather than the buzz of whisper, muffled laughter, movement of students…I was standing by the Gym door so could see through the glass door Entrance the teachers used that showed the street lights were on through the glass….it was night. What was I doing, at school, at night…by myself?

I turned my gaze to look across the hall. There I saw one of my older sisters, the Queen, in a slim navy skirt, long sleeved white blouse…looked like a uniform, talking to a dark brown haired male, who had his back to me.  It seemed like a general what-ya-doing-next-weekend conversation. They were both what I would call student age, also books in arms…like they fit the scenario.

When I turned my head, I saw my other three other sisters …they were no longer in their youth, definitely past student age, maybe their 30’s, all in colorful dresses…but their discussion felt like it was about me…I shoulda, coulda, woulda, the kind of talk sisters engage in that have no answers and no solutions…and they were all older than me…and they were all correct, I shoulda, coulda, woulda but I didn’t… so I was not interested in joining in the parsing…My Itty Bitty RIP Baby Sister would understand…She always had my back.

I turned back to my sister, the Queen,  who was with the male student, called her name and they both turned…I then realized…it was my brother. Just as I took a step towards them, they transformed, before my eyes into air bubbles, and dissipated in to the hallowed halls…huh???

Okay, I’ll go talk to my other three sister, tell what I just experienced. Once again, 1^st step forward, they turned to look at me,  then also transformed, before my eyes into air bubbles, and dissipated in to the hallowed halls.

I could hear, but not see, sneakers slapping the hallway floors, (nor  could I see the person wearing them), pounding past me,  as if his life depended on it.  I called out to him, the Unknown, ‘Did you see where my family went?’  He replied… ‘Right past you, in the Gym.’

I had apparently reached the Twilight Zone…I could no longer believe what my eyes revealed.  Not convinced that I missed five family members, I never the less took the advice of the Unknown and went in to the gym…but it was empty…no one, nothing, nowhere, anywhere. I slowly turned round and round in circles…had I missed something… and there was a short fat Christmas tree covered in multi colored strings of lights, twinkling, casting rainbows on the garland, ropes and Christmas balls.

Could my family be teasing me, hiding under the tree…I mean, I am no engineer or magician, but how could 5 people hide under, in, through that tree?

Gamely I got on all fours and looked but saw no feet … instead I spied what looked be a three foot Clown Roly Poly weaving round and round as it made its way to the front of the tree. I instinctively put my hand under to haul out the Roly  Poly for a better look and in a flash I was grabbed firmly  with what seemed to be short flappy wings, hauling me under the tree, out of site… Gone.Baby.Gone. 

And for the first time since her passing, I heard  my Itty Bitty RIP Baby Sister’s voice…very firm…in charge…the boss…(like I had been to her), ‘Come on, Quite Contrary, we got to go,’ …’What…what about all of the rest of our siblings?’.  In the same voice  my Itty Bitty RIP Baby Sister replied… ‘It’s not their time yet.’  Over and Out. Buh Bye, World… Buh Bye. The End.

I’m awake.  Inevitable questions pop into my mind:

Where was RIP Daddy and my Mother-and-Father-God-Rest-Their-Souls….Were they giving the my Itty Bitty RIP Baby Sister Baby-of-the-Family bragging rights…first big catch since death-did-us-part?

Why our school setting…maybe because it is where we went to laugh, seek fairness, learn and gain understanding about the world around us.

Why Christmas?  You have to understand….   my Itty Bitty RIP Baby Sister loved all things Christmas.  The love, family, friends, food, joy ….the mystery of what was wrapped so prettily under the tree, all to be revealed in good time. Did the whole idea of a Christmas tree introduce the light I would ascend to …. that it would be no more frightening than a glowing Christmas tree, with gifts abounding like the amusing childlike Roly Poly….but hey folks, end of day…it’s just a dream…..

So sit back and enjoy the ride.    And Rule #1: You come when called… Now you see them…Now you don’t…. Over and Out. …And I was outta there. 

God is Good. God is Good