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Monday, October 16, 2006

Pier One hello

Got a Fishie from Mom last Saturday. I was at Pier One picking up a bed frame I had on hold under my name, Elisabeth.

The older British woman looked me dead in the eye and said, "Barbara? It's on hold for Barbara?"

I blinked and said, "No, Elisabeth."

She laughed and said "I don't know why I have Barbara in my head."

Apparently because she really had Barbara in her head.

Thanks for the Fishie, Mom.

8 Comments:

Blogger Lynda said...

I love this. I don't think anyone will ask me if something is on hold for Laurianne though. lol! But I have had other signs.

Would you consider putting Laurianne's Hope on your sidebar? I have that blog under a different user account.

lauriannes-hope.blogspot.com

11:46 AM  
Blogger Kid Sis said...

Of course!

11:57 AM  
Blogger Lynda said...

Thank you kindly!

1:02 PM  
Blogger Jill said...

About a week after my mom passed, I was up in Traverse City (my mom's true home) and in the night I was woken by the distinct sound of my mom's voice. She simply said "Jill?" and I don't know if I replied out loud or in my head, but I said "Yes?" And then she said "I love you." Call me crazy, but it's true.

3:34 PM  
Blogger Lynda said...

OK, I have one for you.

My dad's father was a smoker. Even before he died, if I smell a certain chemical of the cigarette, I think of him. After his death, I would somtimes smell smoke in my house, that my husband doesn't smell, and I think of him then also. (We are both non-smokers.)

Two days ago, I was sitting in our computer room, and I smelled cigarette smoke. I didn't ask my husband if he smelled it, because I knew he would say no. But I always think it could be Opa, checking up on me and seeing how I am doing.

7:56 AM  
Blogger Annette said...

I'm waiting for a fishy from my dad. I'm on network tv for the first time, 10 months after he's gone. He would have loved it. I'm sure he IS loving it.

11:33 AM  
Blogger Heidi said...

So rad. I'm so glad you are doing this blog!

12:58 PM  
Blogger andrea said...

My mum died of lung cancer in May. I was out at a party the other night and got a wee bit drunk and, in my alcohol fuelled dream state, decided to phone her. She answered. I was thrilled to hear her voice, of course! Then, on twigging I was more than two sheets to the wind, she suggested I call back when I was sober and we could have a proper chat! That was so my mum. I tried to force myself back to sleep so I could get through again but the connection had gone.
Next time I'll lay off the red wine!

10:19 AM  

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