Butter

This may not be the best way to tell the story, but who cares?

It was summer. We always kept the butter in the cupboard. Refrigerate it? Not necessary, and really, why do we do it now? Anyway….it was summer!

The butter was apparently sufficiently melted, aka, a puddle on the dish in the cupboard. I reached over my mother’s head to get it as I set the table. I’m sure my clumsiness (my sister always called me “Grace”) resulted in that dish landing right on my mothers’ head, melted butter dripping down her face. I was aghast.

My mother was fairly nonchalant. No chastisement after the initial shock and wiping butter off of her face and a dish off her head. She obviously assessed my horror at having committed such a faux pas. It was just an accident we cleaned up. I can still picture the moment.

She’s not here to dispute that incident, and probably wouldn’t have remembered it as we four children did so many idiotic things. I learned a lot about being a parent in that one episode. Some things just aren’t worth getting upset about.

My mom passed away peacefully this past weekend. She lived her life valiantly, living with MS and without complaint. I am humbled having had such an amazing woman as my very own mother and inspiration in life. You can pray to her and ask for her intercession with the Lord as I am convinced she took the direct route to heaven.

Thank you, Maryann.