Ah the memories this phrase evokes.
My little sister died of colon cancer in 2012 – is it really so long ago – seems like yesterday.
She was a schoolteacher, never married and never had children – she was the perfect aunt
Though to her six nephews – they still miss her.
What, you might ask, does that have to do with the expression “the cat’s pajamas” – an expression that turned up in my word-a-day yesterday. Reading it today brought a flood of memories of that sister: her bright eyes and curly locks as a child, her strength as well – one didn’t lightly run into my sister as she was a lot solider than they seemingly padding warranted. I was gone for most of her teenager years, but as a young adult, then adult we were close in spite of the physical distance and I visited her in everyone of her houses, even taking my younger son for a four-month stint so that he could improve his English.
She was a woman of phrases, going through them by phases: two remain with me today
“the cat’s pajamas” and “whatever, it’s all beautiful”.
How lovely to be reminded of the blessing of that sister.
