I am participating in Five Minute Friday hosted at Lisa-Jo Baker.com. You are given a prompt, and then you write for five unedited minutes. I set my timer and write.
Here is my Five Minutes. The prompt is Remember.
I remember when I first met you in 1982. You were living in a convent. You wore a black long habit and a hood. You were the sister to the man my mother married. My mother and I stayed at your convent for the night, we ate meals with you and sang in the chapel.
My mother and I started to laugh while we were singing, snorting under our breath because we sang off-key.
After supper we retired to the sitting room and one of the nuns stated to tell a joke. The Mother Superior said, “No, not that one, we have guests.”
Last year in March I flew to Toronto and saw you for the last time. You were using a walker. Byron and I sat with you and ate chocolate chip cookies. I brought you flowers for your room , and the other sisters put the flowers in the front sitting room.
Then I had to leave. My plane was leaving and I had to get there on time.
I saw you watching us drive away. I didn’t know I would never see you again.
This morning while I was watching a movie with my daughter, my mom called and left a message, “Auntie Joyce died this morning. I thought you would like to know.”
I did want to know. I remember you Auntie Joyce.
You wrote to me faithfully and prayed for me.
You died a nun in a convent. You died sitting in a chair.
I love you Auntie Joyce. I remember you.
