Little Brass Bell

Oh, how I long for that little brass bell. The little brass bell that mom used to signal me she needed something. It could’ve been to help her sit up straight, or maybe change the channel on the television, or perhaps just to know I was close by. It was at night that I heard that bell the most. Seemed like I would just doze off and there is was. Usually she needed to try and “tinkle”, most of the time that too was a failed attempt. How she must have hated relying on someone else to help her with such a private thing. But there was that bell. I can’t tell you how often I wanted to hide it. Now as I write, I am once again missing my mother. Maybe it’s the whole Mothers Day thing coming up, but she is definitely on my mind. When mom died, I wanted that little bell buried beside her and that is what I did. Oh, how I long for that little brass bell.

Happy Mothers’ Day

Love, Aunt Kris

By the way, I forgot to clarify something. I did pinch my sister and I hope she has forgiven me and that she knows how very much I love her. Siblings!!!!!!!!
Where on this earth would we be without family.