The Grim Reaper Strikes Again

Even a dog like me knows the Grim Reaper is ‘for real’, on a Mission, always looking for his next victim.  Yet Momma’s family would never have bet Aunt Spanish Marilyn Munroe (Buddy’s Mom) would be on the short list.

Married to Uncle WW2 Sergeant, she was as strong as an ox, and funny as any stand up comedian.  More importantly not only was  she a Gold * mother, sister, daughter and auntie, she also had the gift of wisdom which was especially noticeable to all those who walked down the road of Life with her.

Momma thought her auntie had the body of Marilyn Munroe but with a much more captivating face. She had shiny black hair that she always kept short, high cheek bones, sparkly brown eyes and a smile that launched ships.  Aunt Spanish Marilyn Munroe was always tanned from working outside in the garden and on the farm. She could easily and with no complaint, do the work of three men on any given day.  Her ability to amuse and entertain listeners with stories of what she had seen and where she had been, endeared her to everyone she met.

When Momma’s family would visit her on a Sunday afternoon, she would promise that  the minute she got some time, she come up to take them berry picking. Later that week, bright and early, when they were still in bed, true to her word,  she would arrive.  They would all fetch a berry pail. Then the kids would pile in the back seat of her car, (again, no seat belt laws – a wonder folks made it to today), while she and Momma’s mother (Grandmama) got in the front.

Back the unpaved road the family would hurtle, hitting every pot hole, so Aunt Spanish Marilyn Munroe could ‘test that her car springs were working.’  She would tell us the latest gossip from her neighbor hood, of how Cousin Clem was mad at Uncle Angus, whose turkeys kept chasing Cousin Clem’s bull in the pasture, so it no longer could ‘perform’.  Uncle Angus snorted, ‘Don’t blame the turkeys.  The bull is as useless as his owner.’

Grandmama would direct Aunt Spanish Marilyn Munroe where to stop at and suggest  parking on the alley and walking in.  Not Aunt Marilyn Munroe.  No worries.  She’d point the car to the right, and in the field. They would lurch,  car and all, swooping over downed tree trunks, and small bushes, as the wildlife scattered to Save their Souls. You could hear the long grass getting caught in the under body, but Aunt Marilyn Monroe would drive till the car spun like a top and stopped.  Once the pails were full to the brim with berries, she’d get out her considerable tool box, slide under the car with her handy scythe to cut the grass, and get the car running for our return home.

Uncle WW2 Sergeant refused to believe the local doctors (who knew nawthing about nawthing, according to him) when Aunt Spanish Marilyn Munroe was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He took her to The Big Smoke’s Number-One-Cancer- Hospital. Sadly the  diagnosis did not change.

Strong both mentally and physically, Aunt Spanish Marilyn Munroe insisted she would go back home to pass through the portal to the other dimension, surrounded  by family and friends rather than in a hospital setting.  She left the earth plane as she had lived, ‘she did it her way’, accepting her fate, making everyone  comfortable in her transition. Though she was mourned by all, it left her son,  Buddy without an anchor, careening from one bad choice to the next. For Buddy, you could say, his ship buffeted by the waves of time, never achieved an even keel again.

That Aunt Spanish Marilyn Munroe would appear to Momma in a dream to warn her Cancer was fermenting in her body, was a further confirmation in  life that we are just scratching the surface of the Mystery of the Reality.

As a dog, I know little about many things. However, although I did not know what my intuition was all about, I tell you, I felt the Grim Reaper’s presence the day RIP Daddy left us.

 

 

So believe me, it is out there, stalking the unprepared, meeting its’ quota to satisfy an unknown target. So be on guard because it is out there!

 

Like this?  Also in this series:                                                                                         Dream Weaver                                                                                                      Jakita  Beau-Be-Gone and the Hereafter                      

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