So I am sitting At the Ballisimo Spa, getting a pedicure. Which is something I have never had done. I know, I know.
Meet Peggy, a blonde 50 something cosmostologist.
Plantinum blonde, big hair. Pretty hair...if you like showy hair. Face done up. I ask Peggy a bit about herself. She is 4 times divorced, married one of them twice. She adds to this she is "happily divorced". Her accent is thick as Mississippi mud, and Southern sweetened tea. Peggy has a shop out in the country where she does hair, and pedicures and manicures, in addition to her position at the spa. I imagine it to look like Dolly Partons shop in Steel Magnolias. I find out Peggy likes CSI, and forensics shows. She has a son with special needs. I find out we have both lost our Mothers to cancer and we bothed cared for our Mothers. We talk about how we find it silly that people find death so shocking and odd. Since it really is something we all do eventually. I go off on my tagent about how people don't understand death like we used to. (I have had years of hospice experience...and find it fulfilling) People used to care for dying family, care for the dead body, have the veiwing in the livingroom, many families used to take photos of their dead family, dying used to be part of living. It seems separate now. Peggy tells me she took photos of her Mom in her coffin. Peggy says, "she looked beautiful" I did her hair and make up, she looked like Alexis Carrington", she is smiling as she is talking. I tell her my Mom looked beautiful when she died to. She finally looked happy. Fighting cancer for 2 1/2 years can wear a woman out. I tell Peggy I changed my Moms lipstick at the funeral parlor, because they had put ,old lady pink on her. My Mom would have been so pissed if I let her be veiwed with "old lady pink" on her lips. I remember taking the lipstick out of my purse, and asking the mortician if I could fix it. I also take my fingers and brush them through her bangs. The chemo and radiation did a number on my Mothers once beautiful hair. I try and make it look like she did it herself.
Peggy sees my face in thought and asks..."Does she visit you in your dreams?" I say "Yes". She giggles and tells me that she has dreamed of running into her Mother at Wal-Mart, and she looks like Alexis Carrington, and is pushing a "buggy". Her Mother tells her Heaven is great and she will love it, her Mother then proceeds to give her all of the change out of her coin purse, which she always did if she saw her at Walmart. I tell Peggy I dreamt I saw my Mother in Colorado, and she looked great. My Mom is standing in the sun looking tan and wearing yellow said to me "I am not really dead."
Peggy says...."I just love that she said that."