In my blue heaven.
Mom’s there cutting up fruit, stirring a pot of something tasty or knitting.
She’s wearing galoshes. In the kitchen. Yellow ones. They are the ones that’d she never wear during her lifetime.
She would tell me stories of carefully folding & cutting newspaper to line her shoes or jackets while growing up, quite poor, in Korea. Wearing dark colors was good because wearing the Monday news on your shoulders would leave stains.
Mom is happy when busy, preparing for something. Welcoming folks in to feel cared for. Beloved. She’s perpetually feeding those she loves.
Otherwise knitting booties. Funny looking little anklet socks from thick yarn left over from various other projects so they were always a bit too haphazard for fashion, and occasionally pinched the toes a bit but toasty. And you knew that they were one of a kind.
Why the galoshes and the booties?
Because one must *never* *ever* catch a sneeze from cold, wet feet. And toeing around the clouds is what folks in heaven do.
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