In his most difficult hour, Grampa John needed to stand alone and they respected him for it.
Elle rubbed Hankâs back, comforting her husband and ignoring her own pain. She loved Alice too. In fact, for years she loved her like her own mother. Then, when the illness took hold and caused the kind woman to live more in the past than the present, Elle loved her like one of her own children. Either way, the depth of the love never changed. At the end, thoughâjust before Alice passed onâElle prayed for closure. Realizing the harshness of such hopes, she wanted an end to everyoneâs suffering once and for all. It had nothing to do with loving her mother-in-law any less. It had to do with peace. Mercifully, the Lord finally answered her prayers.
Denying herself the permission to mourn just yet, she continued to rub Hankâs back and whisper things in his ear that only he could hear. There will be time for me to cry later , she decided.
Hank stared at the beautifully carved casket and played the same reel of his mother over and over in his mind. He remembered watching her slave away for years in the house. She washed clothes by hand, hung them out and warned Hank, âYou best stay clear.â Most of the time, he minded her. She canned vegetables, never stopped cooking and was usually busy working on one of her quilts. She was nonstop. Her routine was no easier than Paâs, only she was being monitored by the ghosts that watched from frames on the parlor walls.
She was also in charge of haircuts and what a treat they were. If Hank didnât squirm and fuss, sheâd rinse out the bowl when she was through hacking him up and fill it with a few scoops of cherry Jell-O. Hank loved rubbing the new fuzz at the back of his head as he sucked the sweet slime through his teeth.
Ma was also the self-appointed boss of hygiene. Every Saturday for sure and sometimes once during the weekâdepending on how much dirt had accumulatedâsheâd draw him a bath. Hank loved that old porcelain tub. It was like climbing into a swimming pool, with lionâs claws holding up its weight. Ma would leave him be for a while, then call out, âCover up your privates. Iâm cominâ in.â With strong hands, sheâd wash his hair, all the while complaining, âI swear thereâs more water on the floor than in the tub!â
He could still see her sneaking dinner up to his room when he was punished, never thinking any less of him for misbehaving; and the wedding ringâfrom her own fingerâthat she gave Elle at the breakfast table the morning after he and Elle had eloped. He would never forget the way she always found time to talk, or better yetâto listen; and the ways in which she showered his children with love. The list went on and so did the invisible projector in his head.
Hank struggled to stop it, but the movie kept playing and the emotions he fought to contain finally overwhelmed him. As Elle rubbed his back, telling him, âItâs okay, hon, let it out,â the dam burst wide open. Hankâs whimpers could be heard above them all. Although he was bawling like a child, his embarrassment was suddenly replaced by another truth. This was not a physical pain that he felt. It was his heart and it was breaking. It didnât matter that he was weeping in front of people. It donât matter what anyone thinks , he thought. There was great freedom in it.
Hank looked across the casket and noticed his father standing strong. âPaâs mask is still set in place,â he mumbled under his breath. As Elle leaned in to hear what her husband was trying to say, he added, âI ainât ever been no match for him but it donât matter no more.â For the first time, Hank felt sorry for his father.
Evan listened to his fatherâs labored sighs and childlike sobs. Like a contagious disease passed on by the wind, to his surprise he could feel the manâs
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