My favorite time of day to play Wordle is first thing in the morning when I’m still resting in bed. The world is quiet, except for a few birds and sometimes soft rain.
One morning, I picked up my phone to unlock it. The first thing that appeared was an ad for a card game called “OuiSi.” Oh! How cute! I thought. OuiSi = “Yes” in French, “Yes” in Spanish. OuiSi, pronounced Wee See. Oh! Weezie! My mother’s nickname!
Her birthname was Eloise, but everyone called her “Weezie.”
I felt this was a sign from her just like the one on the way back from her memorial several years ago. I was riding in a car with my cousin and sister to my cousin’s house where my sister and I would spend the night before heading home.
Shortly after the memorial, I had asked my mom for a sign that she was still around.
During the long ride downstate, I’d forgotten about it. We chatted for a bit, then rode in silence. Suddenly, I noticed a sign way up in the air on the side of the road: “Weesies Brothers“! I gasped quietly. There it was! My sign!
I decided not to share with the others, nor had I mentioned my request for a sign from my mom as I wasn’t sure they believe as I do that our loved ones who have passed are still around in spirit.
I basked in the feeling that came over me as we continued down the highway.
So, back to Wordle! “Mom,” I said in my mind. “Wanna play Wordle with me?” I swiped the screen, found the blank page, then waited for a starting word to come to me. It came. “ROYAL” I typed it in, hit Enter, and each letter turned green! It was the first time (and so far the only time) that I got Wordle on the first try!
Thanks, Mom! Thanks for playing with me! Let do it again sometime!
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I misspelled my own name.
Such beautiful story telling. Legendary thoughts and experiences you write about will forever be appreciated. Thanks you for sharing, Sweet Lady!
Thanks! Glad to know they’re being read and enjoyed!
You know I love this, you, and my Aunt Weezie. I think she must be helping me sometimes, or someone is, because it appears that I’m pretty good at it. You are too! Maybe it was the training in language that our dad gave us. He was a stickler for proper English.
I was hoping you would read this! I kept meaning to tell you the story! She was quite a wordsmith, I think she would love (or is loving) playing Wordle!