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    This is My Family…Chapter 46

     ’ Hmmm…the stone….well…your mom and i were together for about ten months when we decided to take our first trip together, to Vancouver. There was a famous museum
    i wanted to visit…The Museum of Anthropology, and Tina wanted to visit the several beaches there. So we went and my god Angelica it was the most beautiful city, Vancouver had
    everything. A forest on one side, mountains on the other, ocean etc. So we spent our days touring the city like little tourists…but finally we went where i really wanted to go…the museum.
    I’ll never forget it. This museum was focused on the North West Coast First Nations peoples…like the kwakwak’awkw, heiltsuk, haida, etc…it had huge totem poles, masks, everything. I was
    like a little girl at my fist carnival…so excited. Anyways we decided to take lunch on the beach down from the museum. Now what we didn’t know was that this beach was a nude beach,
    yes Angie…eewww, just joking nude  beaches are cool. Except when all there are are old fat men..hahahha…so we spent the time with our heads down tryingf to find a suitable spot
    to eat our sandwhiches and stuff. Eventually we found it and sat down to eat, hmmm hmm hmm your mom was a real good cook i have to say those sandwhiches were…anyways we
    were there for a few minutes when Tina wanted to go on a rock close to the shore, so she went…she was always so bull-headed…and while she was up there something must have caught
    her eye because she bent down and got something from the shore, in the water. I was stuffing my face but i was curious at what she was looking at so i got up and went over to see
    what was up….she was holding this stone , it was beautiful more prettier than it is right now, it was pure black…and fitted right into your palm, so smooth and just…there was something
    about it, Tina just loved it….and while she was looking at the stone i was looking at her…and right then i knew i loved your mother….sometimes Angelica it just hits you like that. But
    then she dropped it…the woman, Tina dropped that friggin stone and it disappeared into the ocean not far from us. Well, being the chivalrous girl i was i took off my shirt, it was a nude
    beach dont worry and in only my pants and shoes i dived in there, it was suprisingly deep because we were off a point. And for a few minutes i thought i was going to die, but i didn’t..
    the underwater there was murky and i hit the bottom with my hands, came up close and looked around….i refused to come up till i found it…by the time my lungs were bursting for air
    i saw a pure black stone between two big ones…i reached in there and found it. i scareamed my triumph underwater and came up. You should have seen the look on her face, she
    looked worried and angry at the same time….it was hilarious but i got up there and handed her that stone…she held it and in my wet pants wet shoes dripping chest with no
    shirt on i said that “I love you”….it was the first time either of us had ever said i love you…and so i guess your mom kept it as a token….i dont even know why i told you….enough
    of this though, get dressed, shower, brush your teeth…we have an appointment in a couple of hours….’

     

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    1. Techgal’s right : Tina comes alive again, that’s memories’ miracle…
      That’s how one never really died, if there’s always someone to keep cherrished memories like that, to share with others, to bring life again through this sweet – even bittersweet – phenomenon…

      Those two last chapters, deeply linked, were wonderful.
      That’s the beginning of mother and daughter’s saving connection through talks about their beloved departed.
      Rivers of tears finally expressed together, evocation of unknown memories, opportunity to express the mourning through words…
      It’s the beginning of a long process, of course, but the beginning of something powerfully positive.

      By the way, the stone’s story was something SO lovely, I adore it !

      Once more, congratulations Cassandra. You’re truly talented…

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