My wife and I are preparing to embark on a trip to see my Mom. She’s the one decked out in the red jacket and black slacks. This picture was taken one year ago and she’s now about to celebrate her 90th birthday. All my siblings and their offspring will be there, including me and my wife!
All fun aside, there’s now a caveat. A trip to the doctor yesterday revealed cancer in her tonsils, of all things. It’s operable, but at 90, it’s not a slam dunk.
She’s quite ready for the challenge, however! Although approaching 90, she still drives to the hair-dresser and grocery store. She refused to have a washer/dryer installed on the ground floor, preferring to walk down the stairs to the basement to do laundry.
I don’t know about you, but when my mother does decide to meet her maker, I want to be right behind her! She’s lived a life I can only hope for and will probably never achieve. I could see hanging on to her coattails for an eternity and still loving it.
Besides that, who would I talk to on Sundays? With rare exceptions, I talk to her every week. Even though she’s in Indiana and I’m in Texas, it doesn’t matter. We will always have a common bond! IU basketball, the Colts, it doesn’t matter. She can converse about them all!
Just so you know, I’ll be tending to my Mom for the next several days. Blogging just doesn’t seem that important under the circumstances.
I’ll be checking in, but my focus is elsewhere.