We argued earlier. Now, Mom blasted me with her cold stare, but refused to speak. She could be so childish. She sported a red flight attendants uniform, circa 1963, complete with red pill box hat and red and white polka dot scarf. Why does she always have to wear those stupid uniforms? Mom was a flight attendant for thirty years. She insisted on wearing in a uniform each time she visited. My mother suffered from an unusual condition, death. Four years ago, Mom died in a fatal house cleaning accident. Attempting to remove cobwebs from curtains, she lost her balance; fell out the window and down three stories. Her neck broke on impact. A week after her burial, Mom appeared in my bed room “Don’t think that my death gives you the right to lie in that bed all day,” a voice said. Not just a voice, Mom. I shot up to find Mom sitting at the end of my bed. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and re-opened them. Mom’s image remained. I touched Mom, but my hand went through.
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