At our homegroup Friday, my good friend of 25 years, Dennis E. took the podium at the end of the meeting , & requested a new treasurer step forward……….it seems he has large masses of lung cancer & fears he will be missing meetings, since there is no hope of recovery and only pallative measeures are on the table. As I’ve mentioned before, our groups is called the old farts group for good cause………..
Somehow through all my sickness lately, I’ve forgotten how to caption pictures in this format. This a shot of a couple pages written long ago, from Mother to daughter. She is explaining to me how she does love me differently than my siblings, because I have always stood on my own two feet, and no matter what happens in the intervening years, I will always be there for her at the end….. I’ve glanced over those letters for years, trying to find the logic & the depth of emotion, still doesn’t make to much sense, but I think I’m sorting it through. When Mom lay dying my sisters called and I flew down. I was happy to be sober and available, I guess the “available” part was what she had meant all those years ago.
The gist of Mom’s missive was pretty straightforward, if you care to do a zoom you can read it yourself………..Mom felt the girl’s were going to cut away from her as soon as they got a man, so she spent time with them while they were there . I got very sick recently and put out the call to my sisters, But still I hate it when Mom is right…………… She used to laugh and say maybe she should have shipped their asses from pillar to post, that did well by me… I am happy to have the surgery over, I’m sad I saw the true face of my sisters……….. I liked the pretend version better…………
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