Good Night, Irene

I've read that some penitentiaries paint the cell walls baby blue as it is suppose to have a calming effect.  I hope this color brings some calm into your life.  Rene sure could've used some baby blue tonight.  It's a good thing that the best nurse (that would be mom) and lots of drugs seem to do the trick.  At 11:42PM I heard that special ring tone (be it ever so humble there's no place like home- you'll have to google the music if the lyrics are unfamiliar to you), letting me know it was my parents number.  I figured immediately it was Rene (my parents never call that late).  She was in terrible pain.  It seems the pain is getting worse and more frequent.  I listened, we cried, I breathed deeply, and she tried to.  It's amazing how slowly time goes when you want it to pass quickly.  When it was all over we were laughing again and sharing the highlights of our evening.  I told Rene that we were making up new lyrics for the "What are little girls/boys made of..." song.  It never seems fair that the girls get all the sweet things and the boys get the puppy dog tails.  We came up with good ones for all the kids, but the funniest was the one for the cat.  Daniel said, "What is Faith Browning made of?  Fat and fur and gets on my nerves, that's what Faith Browning is made of."  If you knew our cat, you would know that she only likes Sarah (my oldest) and is not very kind to the rest of us despite our efforts to charm her.  It was very funny, we were all belly laughing.  Rene shared with me that she and my parents also laughed hard recalling an episode when Rene and I got caught for skipping school (all young impressionable readers should not read any further).  It seems that we both were forging my father's signature on the same day at the same time.  Needless to say, our signatures were not identical, oops, BUSTED!  I'm glad we can laugh about it now, at the time, no one saw it as humorous.  Anyway, mom took the phone from Rene, propped her up with her husband (just one of those pillows with a back and arms), gave her some tea and more drugs and that was it.  She slurred a very peaceful and sleepy "I love you" and she was out.  Mom and I laughed and were thankful it worked.

Say prayers for a good nights sleep and a less painful tomorrow.  Say prayers for all those you love and  then those you don't.  Say prayers for grace and forgiveness, we all need that.  Say prayers that todays mistakes will be tomorrows strengths.  I'll say prayers for all of you.  Sleep tight!

With much love,
Pamela