It is odd how we often find out about deaths these days via social networks. I heard of Whitney Houston’s passing yesterday when I logged onto Twitter.
Immediately, a memory flashed across my mind. I was back in the Eighties. It was just before Christmas. I thought myself to be in love. My Mum had asked me to hang up some curtains as she hated heights but always washed her curtains ready for the Christmas holidays. I was on a wooden chair which still sits in my lounge wobbling away whilst trying to get the curtains up.
I don’t know whether it was the telly or the radio but suddenly, along came Whitney’s “I wanna dance with somebody” and I bopped around. Mum gave me a knowing look. She could see that I was smitten with someone. She thought it would come to nothing and she was right. Of course, in my wobble on a chair moment, I was convinced the object of my affections would wake up one day and realize he could not live without me.
I often join in with the rememberance project called Little Legacy over on The Alexander Residence blog. Last week, I could not think of anything to share. Then Whitney’s death sparked a memory and I was right back there with my late Mum.
To conclude, I will also share the legacy my son shared with me about his grandma this weekend. The children had some yoghurts and my youngest son did not lick the lid. My older son went mad with him saying “Don’t you know, you have to lick the lid. It is Grandma’s legacy. She was always saying we should lick the lid of life”. I think the saying actually came from an advert but for one little boy, it will be forever Grandma.
Rest in Peace Whitney
Rest in Peace Mum
Lick the Lid of Life to the rest of us.