: dear old mom :

mother-and-child-md She was a grand girl, my mother. Tall and elegant, demure and ladylike, all the traditional superlatives are fitting. But what made her unique, extraordinary, really, was her laugh. It was, whoa, explosive. When something struck her as funny, which it often did, she’d erupt with a whoop. She was helpless against it.

Years ago, in pre-Homeland Security days, my nephews and I sat at Gate A3 awaiting my mother’s flight from Florida. We’d prepared for this. Wait, that’s wrong,two of us had prepared; one of us was a 40-year old accountant in a 7-year old’s body. He flat-out refused to participate in our silliness. He’d sit, chagrined and two seats away, but he drew the line there. The little twerp.

The 4-yeafake noser old was game. He’d try anything. So we sat and waited for the announcement. When the aircraft pulled up to the jetway, we put on our disguises, the old fake nose and glasses, and raised our newspapers. No one paid the slightest attention, they didn’t give us a second look. To the casual observer, we were simply two pairs of legs: one under the sports section, another below the front page. Nothing more.

Minutes ticked past until I heard my mom’s voice, ‘No, no, they’re going to pick me up.’ It was go time. I nudged my nephew and we lowered our papers. My mother, bless her heart, exploded in unabashed mirth.

Let me tell you: people were startled, alarmed. They had no idea what led to such an outburst. They looked around, seeking a cause, and I ducked behind my newspaper, red-faced and unnerved. One nephew grinned like a pumpkin; the other glared in squinty-eyed disapproval.

My mother, meanwhile, was helped to a chair. She couldn’t draw breath for laughing. It was mortifying and a triumph.

I miss her. Still. She was the greatest friend I’ll ever know.

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8 Responses to “: dear old mom :”

  1. boxwinebudget

    Love this! Your mom reminds me of my own, no longer with us, either. Isn’t it wonderful to grow up surrounded by silliness & laughter :)


    • publikworks

      Thanks, Valentine. I knew she’d get a kick out of the fake nose and glasses, but I wasn’t expecting such a big reaction. Wowza : )


  2. FurthermoreAndSoForth

    That was the greatest Lisa. I feel the same about my dear departed mother, one who was also prone to crazy fits of laughter. We’re lucky to have the memories, you know?


    • publikworks

      It was hard to pick just one instance from a lifetime of pranks and shenanigans. You’d think we’d have grown tired of them, but nope. They just got funnier and more elaborate.


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