Aw Mumsie. That British Mumsie of ours.
We made *so* much fun of Mumsie, and told her she should make a sign that said, "Eight-Thehrty-Thehrty" so she wouldn't have to keep repeating herself.
And then we decided to make the sign for her ourselves. In the form of a hoodie. A lavender hoodie. For Madame's 85th Behrthday.
Happy Behrthday, Mumsie-Pie.
Oh, those summertime behrthdays . . .
Inexplicably, I got cropped out.
When Mumsie died almost three weeks ago, we had a hard time tracking down her belongings. We couldn't find them in her first hospital room, or the room she was moved to. The staff scoured closets and the ED, but nobody could put their hands on the elusive green bag. "Oh welllll," I thought. "It's probably just old going-to-the-hospital clothes, anyway."
Mistah informed me, however, that Mumsie had worn her beloved "Eight-Thehrty-Thehrty" sweatshirt to the hospital -- that was what nobody could find. Which was not a happy thing to hear.
As a last-ditch effort, Mistah called the funeral home to see if they had it. He emailed Kelly and me later in the day, with the subject line:
The Green Bag. "THEY JUST FOUND IT AT THE FUNERAL HOME!!!!!!!!!!!"
I went to the funeral home the next day to pick it up, opened the bag to make sure it was truly Mumsie's clothing, and saw:
"YES PLEASE." I responded. "I would be honored and I will wear it with pride."