Heavenly Stainremover

 I wonder if heaven could be closer than we think. Who says it needs to be far away from the living. After all, some of the ones who have crossed over are still needed here. Sometimes I feel like Mom is very near. Because our phone conversations were pretty much the same in the last years , I "call" her from the car on my way home from work, as I used to do. I can keep up both sides of the conversation. Of course it's not the same.... Mom was an expert on stain removal. Recently I found a stain on my good tan slacks. I soaked it with stain remover. Nothing. I soaked it overnight. Didn't budge. I read my old kitchen stain remover guide and tried the detergent paste. No luck. Google didn't help either. I took them with me to drop at a the dry cleaner after work, but I couldn't find close enough. So, the next week, I tried one more time. I put more paste on it and started to scrub. Frustrated and mad, I cried, "Mom! I need you!" And the stain scrubbed right off. Honest. Now you can say the treatment finally worked, but I think I had divine help. It makes both Mom and me chuckle.