Momma says that life is no box of chocolates…with surprise fillings…some pleasing…some not so much….No, Momma says life is more like a Spool of Thread that starts unwinding, sometimes slowly, sometimes rapidly, with your first breath, to you’re your last breath…least that’s how she sees it and she has seen a lot apparently…well, according to her…..
Now Momma’s not going to say the minute she clapped her eyes on RIP Daddy that she knew that he was her death-till-do-us-part-partner. As you know, she’s one of those analytical, logical, step-by-step Virgo ….not prone to head-over-heels reactions…still, RIP Daddy’s impression lingered long enough and deep enough for her to take a second look, go with the flow, give him a chance.
How they met was purely Lady Luck since Momma was out with her family at a very staid-older-crowd bar. It was more a Whiskey-Drinking-Musac-Listening rather than a Shake-Your-Booty-Crowd but somehow, RIP Daddy noticed Momma and came over.
Every one knows the actual first date is the deal maker or breaker…and it conveniently was 1973 so they went to see the movie, ‘Jesus Christ, Superstar’. Momma’s family said ‘Cool’….RIP Daddy’s family, being Evangelistic-No-Movies-No-Dancing-Christian-Reform-Born-Again-Bible-Thumpers said, ‘Oh, my’ …. which was a forerunner of things to expect, throughout their 38-year-old marriage……till death did he finally part.
Sometimes that Spool of Thread of life unwound in a mannerly fashion, providing Health, Wealth and Happiness….at other times, the thread unwound at a pace that traveled like a Shanghai Maglev Train, ready to jump the track……which it did on occasion…leaving mayhem in its’ path.
RIP Daddy and Momma closed their eyes, held on tightly, took the twists and turns like professional race car drivers that won the race of life at the birth of their only child, Wonder Boy. They know when the awards are handed out, the prizes collected, there will be no mention of their contribution, not even their ….ability to hang on… till they are once again united again.
If it is in your ♥, think of them, as your own Spool of Thread unwinds and Remember, Remember:
Many years have now passed by….And Momma misses you, she can’t lie…She’s got ties and so do you…She knows not else what to do…
So let’s just kiss.. And no goodbyes.(Paraphrase The Manhattans)
