Mail from the Puffy Clouds
Brenda writes in — pitch perfect and pain-free.
I’m thrilled! I’ve just received my first letter from Bren ON OUR BIRTHDAY, no less and I’m eager to share it with everyone. I’m so lucky!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to us Deb. I know it’s taken me 14 months, but you can’t imagine how much there is to do when you go on vacation. There’s registering, meeting every person you ever met in your life! Yup, you heard it right. And then you’ve got to have an audience with the Boss. And she’s amazing, by the way!
You will never believe what happened while en route to leaving my earthly body. I got scooped up into a puffy cloud and immediately I was disease free. Immediately!! I never could have envisioned the pure ecstasy of comfort until I experienced the journey on that cloud!
I could hear you all at the hospital speaking to me in hushed tones and crying, and I wished I could have taken everyone’s pain away, but obviously, that was impossible. But Deb just know I was euphoric.
I heard you whisper in my ear: ‘Ok Bren, you’ve had your fun. You can wake up now!’ You made me laugh. I was certain you would see a subtle smile on my face, but alas, you couldn’t, as I was already in the puffy clouds experiencing utopia! I didn’t want to come back to all that pain.
So, I’m sure you can guess who the first people were to greet me. Yup, Mom and Dad. Seeing me as a 66-year-old woman surprised them though, because, of course, the last time we all saw each other was 26-30 years ago. But now we’re all around the same age. Freaky! I reminded them that in another dimension, I could be dating Dad’s friends. Eeew that freaked us all out. One minute they’re your parents’ OLD friends and the next minute they are potential dates. We all started laughing hysterically, which quickly turned to crying. By the way, Dad kinda ugly-cries. When you eventually see him, you’ll know what I mean. It gave me the heebeejeebees. No wonder guys don’t cry in public!
Oh, oh oh - guess what? I can sing! And beautifully I might add. Remember when we were around 10 years old, and the church choir director singled me out by suggesting that I mouth the words instead of actually singing? You giggled, but I just stood there frozen in disbelief. I had always wanted to sing and until that moment, thought I could. But you were hatching a plan and how did I know? Because you said - and I quote ‘I will never ever forget this moment - it’s like a gift from God - to me!’ I didn’t know what you had in mind, but I soon found out. Any time I tried to sing in public after that, you would start mouthing the words. You thought you were so funny. Well, that’s a thing of the past because I now have a pitch perfect voice which is considered rare. So, joke’s on you!!
I gotta say, it’s pretty cool here. Where is here, you ask? Well, it’s anywhere and everywhere. If I want to be in Ireland hanging out with our ancestors, then that’s where I am. How do I get there? By hitching a ride on a rainbow or lounging in a cloud, of course! There are so many modes of transport, but so far, these are two of my favourites. The rainbows are more fun but the clouds are crazy comfortable. Depends on my mood, really.
I could spend an eternity here, Deb. Oh wait, that’s exactly what I will be doing. So stay tuned for further letters regaling you of my fantastical vacation!
P.S. Write me back - we can be pen pals now!
P.P.S. Have a wonderful birthday Deb! I love you!!