Mom Has The Last Word


Bit of backstory – yesterday was my mom’s funeral. Afterward, we gathered at the home of my niece Michelle.  This morning, I rec’d this message from Nichole, who is married to my nephew Josh (Michelle’s brother). They have a not-quite-4-year-old named Ellery:

“Last night Ellery and I were sitting on the couch coloring and she looks at me and says, “Mom, I am going to draw great gramma another picture. I saw her at Aunt Chel’s today. Why did you tell me she went to Heaven?”

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About Melissa Crandall

Longer ago than I care to admit--although I will--I cut my writing teeth on fanzines and media tie-in novels. Since then, I've moved on to narrative nonfiction, speculative fiction, and essays. I write to explore and understand the world around me, the things I see and experience nearby or from a distance. If I shake myself up, cool. If I shake you up, even better. Not gratuitously--what's the point in that?--but to set what I know, or think I know, on end and realize, "Well, doesn't it look different from this side!" My work is neither sexually explicit nor graphically violent. Let's face it - your imaginations will come up with things far worse than anything I could write, no matter how descriptive. Besides, it's just not my thing. I live in Connecticut with my supportive husband Ed, a cat named Ruby who might just think she's a dog, and an epileptic Australian shepherd named Holly who isn't quite certain anymore who she is, except she knows she loves her mommy.
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2 Responses to Mom Has The Last Word

  1. Kristin Rooke says:

    Kind of like Olivia…..Angels knocking on the roof Mom.
    Out of the mouthes of babes

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