The Crossing

She heard the voices and could recognize all her immediate family but she couldn't move.

"Must be the car accident," she pondered. "Must have done something to my back."
  
 "She is still alive, but I can't say for how much longer," she heard the doctor say.

 

  Could it be that she was dying? She didn't feel hurt at all.

 

 'Boy, I won't miss her," she heard her husband say, "She was hard to get along with for years. That menopausel thing, you know."

 

"No kidding," she listened to her son,"She was never happy with any of my girlfriends. She always thought I picked the wrong ones because they drank  a little and took drugs a little. Most of the people my age do that anyway."

 

"Well, you did pick the wrong ones. They all gave you VD, didn't they?  I don't have room to talk. Look what I had for thirty years! She was too frugal with the money, always trying to keep me from spending all my check. She kept saying, 'Save some for a rainy day' . Hell! We were always in a drought."

 

  With her eyes closed, she could see a figure coming closer. It was her mother who had passed ten years before. Mom's hand was held out to her.

 

  "You were always my favorite," she said, "I loved you more than my life. I am so pleased you have come to join me."

 

  Love embraced her.