Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Some Hate-Mail

Dear Bekah,

They say life is short. On October 23, 2003, I found out "they" were right.

My family's not known for its longevity in the first place. My aunt Sylvia lived for thirty years, but in the end she was all dried up. Withered and wrinkled like the prunes in neighbor Steve's garden.

Cold climates, that's what Uncle Fred said kept him going. But Aunt Sylvia was different. She claimed it was dry heat. That and hanging upside down from the ceiling for at least three days at a time.

But alas, long, beautiful  life was not meant for me.

Oh, I was pretty once. The same rosy pink as your sister -- the bride -- on that windy day in October. But as you probably recall the sad moment (or are you clumsy in mind as well as body?) you lost your balance and sat on me five minutes before the ceremony.

They took me home and put me in the freezer, but I'll never be the same again. I want you to know I hold no grudge. I may be a little sad, but you didn't take everything from me. I will always have that beautiful pink glow, and so will your cheeks every time your sister mentions me.

The Wedding Bouquet

Hey! Thanks for reading my mom's Blog! Come back soon for some some Bare Naked Truth book highlights.

{I'll be allowed to read them when I'm 23.}


Trinka said...

Hahahahaha! Oh, wow. I'm glad I've never been near enough to a wedding bouquet or I'd have done the same thing :)

Anonymous said...

I love that mental image of you sitting on your sister's bouquet. It makes me giggle to imagine the scene. :)

I know all about waiting--for the right guy, for high school to end, for my boobs to come in (two out of three ain't bad).

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