Making Amends II

If the story is correct, my father and his mother-in-law (my mother’s grandmother) never got along. Their lives was one elongated aggravating gunfights where one side just can’t find and kill the guy. Each side had the other’s address, what car they drove, knew where they worked (in the case of my father, where he worked that week), and knew each other’s mannerism’s and quirks. As the decades flew, instead of warm conversations and reminiscent thoughts of love, the two would annually replicate the ‘Christmas Truce,’ whereupon Christmas Day, all World War I warring factions ceased, crawled out of the trenches, agreed to share a holiday meal, and returned to trenches after that. I mean, how could one resist wishing the other a Merry Christmas, even though the war will continue? They had a need for chaos. My father delivered.

My grandmother openly commented that my father created chaos wherever he went. Until a recent dream, my mother was unsure of any noticeable reconciliation. Several years saw an American-Russian Cold War. In fact, neither side lost its enemy or boogeyman. My father and his mother-in-law never fought freedom or righteousness. . They did not war against communism or for the Constitution. They never fought equal rights or against poverty. Each simply fought to be the most powerful in an ocean of weakness. That was their battle.

Two days ago, my mother called. After a few minutes, she said she experienced another dream.


While watching television, my mother knew the footsteps instantaneously. Her mother was walking down the hallway. My grandmother kept saying something, but my mother could not understand what was being said. Finally, my grandmother sat in my father’s recliner. After a minute or so, my father appeared next to my grandmother, and just like a chiropractor, adjusted my grandmother’s neck.

My mother could not understand the meaning.

I unlocked the meaning while on my way home from work: Reconciliation. My grandmother always felt dad was a pain in the neck. And by having my father adjust her neck, it meant they reconciled with each other. They now live in peace, respect, and love.

Kanako’s words silently flew through my mind, “When you do not make amends during your time earth, you must make amends in the next.



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