‘The lights will go out,’ mom warns every time it rains.
Last night, we were plunged into darkness as heavy rain battered the guesthouse. We sat around a lit candle, waiting for Energisa to reconnect us.
‘When I was little, there was no electricity in town,’ mom continued. ‘We gathered around a kerosene lamp after sunset in my grandmother’s dining room. My uncles terrified us with ghost stories. I miss those times.’
I then asked about my great-grandfathers. One was called Angelo, but they liked calling him Grandpa Angel. Just then, the candle’s flame fluttered as if it were laughing.



Grandpa Angel obviously enjoyed being remembered.
Thank you for sharing these precious memories, Ollie ♥️ 🙏
Continues the loving tale of caring for your mother, Ollie.