“A lesson in forgiveness.” Admin
In this excerpt from Dreams of Angels, a grieving daughter begs God to help her see her alcoholic mother in a new light.
By Lou Dean
“So we’ll do the service on Saturday morning, right?” I said to my brother David as we stood looking down on the Arkansas River. We’d decided to scatter Mama’s ashes there because the precious few good memories we had of her were connected to water.
The times when she was sober and would join us kids in the rain-swollen creek to catch fish and play with turtles, her contagious giggle rippling over us. Or give us food coloring to put in bottles of water so that we could make rainbows wherever we wanted. Or belt out “Old Man River” right along with the radio.
These amazing true stories of angels will send shivers down your spine and bring to light the reality of God’s work in our lives.
“Would you say something for Mama, Sissy?” David asked.
Instantly I saw my forty-six-year-old brother again as a three-year-old in droopy training pants asking, “Where did Mama go, Sissy? Why did she leave?” I was nine when Mama first left me, David, our sister Pat, our brother Phil, and Dad for what she seemed to care about most–drinking.
In some ways it came as a relief. No more trips to the Nine-Mile Corner where she’d leave us kids in the car while she went inside to have beers. No more shouting matches between her and Dad, when I’d quietly steal out back with my dog, Shorty, and a blanket and let the low murmuring of the creek soothe me to sleep.
I lay awake many nights replaying in my mind the image of Mama driving away from our Oklahoma farm in a cloud of red dust. I knew her father had passed away when she was young, and I wondered if she had ached to have him hold her the way I ached to feel her arms around me.
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