Boys against girls. That’s how we have to play games at my sister’s house. She and her husband cannot be on the same team. But do the boys really think they will win a clue giving game against sisters that think a like? Suckers.
So yes, Hol and I were cruisin’. Score, Score, Score. We gave up some points getting buzzed, but hey, we can afford it. We are way ahead.
It’s my turn, I’m doing pretty good, then WHAM…my clue giving flow is rudely interrupted. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can only shake my head no. At least that is what I think I did. I pass on the word. Not just pass…I take it out and put it on the table, it doesn’t belong with the rest of the cards, evil word. Don’t the game makers know my brother just died? What were they thinking putting that word in here? Maybe I could rip it up later? I wonder if Holly and Mike would notice it missing. I can’t see the next word. I am still shaking my head no, at least I think I am. How much time has gone by, maybe an hour? A day? I am sure the timer has run out, it must have. Maybe this is a nightmare and I am stuck in time.
Quick thinking Holly knocks the timer over. We cry a little. Then it’s back to the game, we are our brother’s sisters after all–competitive.
It’s an innocent game. Just a game. Just a word on a card.
Ashes.
(In case you are wondering, we still won)
Aug 27, 2011 @ 15:39:10
You do such a good job Lisa!!!! Love you, Mom
Aug 27, 2011 @ 22:39:07
Lisa, Amazing how five letters can knock the wind right out of you. I get that. It happens when you least expect it…perhaps that’s part of the problem and yet how can you possibly be prepared for such loss. You were blind-sided.
Sep 07, 2011 @ 19:46:38
I think the five letters knocked me harder than five fingers ever could. Blind-sided is a good description.