by Jen on April 6, 2011

My mom loved books.  This nut didn’t fall far from the tree – I inherited her passion and have read voraciously ever since she turned that first page for me.  As a kid, I loved to read strong passages aloud to her, especially the ones that brought tears.  I was fascinated by the fact that simply reading a few lines of writing could bring such heart-swelling,  tender feelings.


My favorite book had a couple of dog-eared (fully intended) pages marking the parts to read to mom.

The pine trees would look down forever on a lantern burning out of oil but not going out.  A harvest moon would cast shadows forever of a man walking upright, his dog bouncing after him.  And the quiet of the night would fill and echo again with the voice of Sounder, the great coon dog.

We would laugh even as the tears rolled, “Jennifer, you have to stop reading these sad parts to me!”


In my mind today, I’m rewriting this passage, and instead of a man & a coon dog, there’s  a slender, smiling lady and a cheery little Shi Tzu.  He has one eye cocked up at her and his tongue in the breeze, as they walk their morning 2 miles along the valley road of their lovely mountain home.  Flowers bloom all around them.

Happy Birthday, Mom.  I miss you like crazy.

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Shanda April 6, 2011 at 2:44 pm

That was truly beautiful. Happy Birthday, Smiling Lady.

Maxine April 6, 2011 at 6:54 pm

Jen, that was truly beautiful. Brought happy tears to my eyes.

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