Her Last Gift

A couple of days after my mother had passed, I had walked into the garden. The morning was what the old Kodak fimm directions called "cloudy bright." On this beautiful morning, I suddenly had a verbal message from my my mother actually more of a quick flash. She had confided in me that she would attempt to inform me of what she had discovered in the afterlife. . .assuming that storied place existed. So this flash of insight from an aspect of my mother related to me some part of the truth she was experiencing. She told that it was ever changing, creative beyond belief! As if she were in the mind and heart of a growing child. . . her smile as she looked at my room littered with books, magazines, gadgets Saurday Review with test tubes