My mother died three years ago this November. A “sense of humor” is not what we would use to describe her. My mother was literal to a fault. As you might imagine, Mom rarely appreciated my sarcastic sense of humor and we were at odds more often than not.
I had gone to Eastern Washington this last weekend for my 30-year class reunion (another post) and my sister Dollie and I thought it would be a good time to go to Moms grave and place flowers. Her birthday was July 20th and she would have been 68.
Dollie and I picked up flowers and drove into the Cemetery. We parked and started walking out to the general area where Moms grave should be. We were looking down and walking and reading headstones. We found Moms headstone and were getting ready to put the flowers in the vase when all of a sudden the damn sprinklers came one. Rainbird sprinklers….only around Moms grave. We started duckin’ and dodgin’, trying to get away from the water and not step on someone else’s grave. We were getting soaked. I swear we could hear Mom giggling. This went on for about a minute when all of a sudden Dollie yelled….”Mom stop it!” and the sprinklers turned off. I kid you not!!! I swear it happened that way.
Me being somewhat skeptical when it comes to such matters of the paranormal. I had to check things out! This is a huge cemetery, 100 acres I would guess. I started looking around to see if anyone else was there. Not a soul (so to speak). I waited for another set of sprinklers to come on. Nothing.
As we stood there dripping and laughing at Mom’s new found sense of humor, my sister immediately blames me. “It’s all your fault! You shouldn’t have been trash talking Mom!” It’s true. I had been trash talking mom for the last 24 hours, because of some crazy thing I was told she said before she died.
Well…it would appear Mom has mellowed out and developed a great sense of humor. I have to admit it was pretty damn funny. And given the opportunity, I would turn the sprinklers on my family in a New York second!!
Good One Mom!
Ms Sparky
Thanks for sharing. My parents taught me if you don’t have something nice to say about someone, it’s best to not say anything at all. Perhaps your mother wanted to send you the message to be mindful of what you say about others including the dead.
Ms Sparky’s Response:
Really? You haven’t said one nice thing to me since you’ve been commenting on my blog!! Come on now. You’re a smart guy. I’m sure you can come up with something nice if you try real hard!
And FYI-That whole blog post was a compliment to my Mother. But not knowing her, you wouldn’t have known that. And….my mother’s maiden name was Farmer. Maybe we’re actually related!
I am a little bit superstitious, thanks to my Grandma, and she always told me to never speak ill of the dead. You never know when they are listening.
Maybe this is your Mother’s way of letting you know she is still here and she can hear everything you are saying about and to her….
Just be grateful there wasn’t a bar of soap out there…:-)
Karin
lmao. I remember when you and mom came home to tell us this…
i laughed. I love you Grandma.—
And i agree with Karin about the bar of soap.
Love ya.
i laughed so hard i almost peed my pants. your funnier than shit
Ms Sparky’s Response:
I almost peed my pants too! Thanks.
I agree the par of the soap too !! .. May be you were dreaming .. or imagining .. or you may be a syco !! ..
or you may be a liar ..
Ms Sparky’s Response:
Hmmm. Let’s see…Dreaming…no. Imagining….no. Psycho…depends on who you talk to. Liar…who could make that up. Plus…my sister was there. What they don’t have ghosts in Cairo?