i want to take a few moments to talk about my time with mom. i know that as a child she was always at home when i came home from school. one day she wasn't there. i was in 7th or 8th grade. i was filled with panic! where could she be? no note or anything. i was afraid that she was gone. she'd "had enough of it" and had left. how relieved i was as she came across the lawn from our neighbor's home. "just visiting".
now that she's 103 and unable to really know how much i love her, the above memory comes to my mind. she will be leaving sooner or later. i will really be on my own. a motherless child. at my age, most people have lost their moms. i'm the fortunate one.
while with her last week, 2/20-2/27, i was comfortable with our relationship. we sang and prayed and laughed, as i'm sure we did when i was a child. i fed and changed her as she did me years ago. the roles reversed. the love deeper and more honest than ever.
