Wednesday, July 1, 2020

Rabbit Rabbit

"Rabbit Rabbit" is what we said on the first of the month. I am not sure why or when or how it started, but every first of the month I would call my mother and say "Rabbit Rabbit." Or sometimes she would get me. The game was to catch the other one first. When the kids were little, they'd love to be the one to get my mother first, and she would let them.

My mom died on April 28. On May 1, my son said "Rabbit Rabbit." I began sobbing. "We can't say "Rabbit Rabbit' to Grandma," I wailed. He hugged me protectively. 

I took so much for granted when she was alive. The little traditions, like Irish soda bread on St. Patrick's Day, a week at the beach on July, a City Island dinner out on her birthday. The irrational thought that she would always get better no matter how many terrible health problems she bore. The knowledge that even if I snapped at her, she would always forgive me. 

Rabbit Rabbit, Mommy. If you're out there. 

1 comment:

  1. Christina - My heart is broken and I have no words. I so badly want to call you and speak with you. I had the PLEASURE of seeing your mom two years ago and it was as though no time passed. Still one of the classiest ladies I have ever met. I hope I hear from you. Love the Kelly clan - all of you. Your dad was the most genuine friend my father ever had. Nothing but beautiful memories. Sending love - Maryalice