There is a reason, dear blog readers, why self is sleeping next to Dearest Mum in her big narra bed tonight. The reason is:
We were yesterday in Punta Fuego, we took brother’s boat out to a nearby island. At sunset, we cast Ying’s ashes on the water, along with flowers and rosaries (This was supposed to have happened last month. In fact, self posted about it. Only to find, upon her arrival, a few weeks ago, that it had not yet happened. Oh, strange mystery of life. But she is glad she was able to participate in this ceremony for Ying, who self loved with all her heart, who was as dear to self as her own sister). We said prayers. Self wished: “Go in peace, Ying.”
This afternoon, we went home. Self was alone in the house. Everyone was in brother’s unit, a few doors down. Self heard movement on the stairs. She thought it was Dearest Mum. She called out, “Mom, is that you?” No answer. Self peered down the stairwell. Saw no one. A few seconds later, she heard it again: the same sound on the stairs. She peered down again. This time, she picked up her bag and practically flew down the stairs and out of the house. Just a few yards away, she saw Dearest Mum, walking.
“Was that you on the stairs?” she asked.
Dearest Mum said no, she’d never even entered the house.
This evening, we all had dinner at Serendra. Beautiful evening, a fresh breeze was blowing. When we got home, Dearest Mum stooped, picked up something from the doorstep. A rosary. One of the ones we threw from the boat.
“How did this get here?” Dearest Mum asked. “Could your brother have gone into the house?”
“No,” self said.
“It was right here, on the front step,” Dearest Mum said. She showed it to self. Yes, it was one of the rosaries self thought she had thrown from the boat.
“Could it have fallen out of your bag?” Dearest Mum asked.
Self shook her head. The last she had seen the rosaries was on the boat. At that point, when Dearest Mum asked if self would like to sleep with her in her room, she didn’t have to ask twice.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.