Remembering...
In the bookstore there is
an Oxford dictionary laying open on the sale shelf. I drag my fingers across
the flimsy pages. They remind me of the Bible's at my childhood church and
how, every Sunday, our family slipped in late. On the rare occasion my parents
forgot to sit between me and my brother, Kerry would slide in after me on the
smooth wooden pew, determined to catch momentum. Of course, I would squeal and
get ‘the look’ from my mom, and Kerry would put his finger to his lips in a
silent shhhhh. Half of the time I was purely perturbed. But the other half, I
was knee to knee with my big brother, trying to hold half the hymnal and hear
him sing.
Kerry had a laugh that burbled with mischief...
Karin's smile surprised when it flew open wide...
Oh my darling. These are such beautiful pieces. Simple, poignant and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThis was wonderful to read- I love getting to know Kerry and Karin better, and these stories are so flattering to them. They loved you so much, clearly.
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