I remember standing in the Hallmark Store in South Park Mall, Charlotte, NC. I was selecting the last Father’s Day card I would ever send to my Dad. He was dying of congestive heart failure, and the words I chose were especially important to me . He died 6 months later.
Last week, my 86 year old Mother fell and broke her pelvis. Getting old is like teetering on a tightrope, hoping there is a good net below. There was…and she is being cared for in a lovely facility on the Bay.
We are 1000 miles apart. Ontario to North Carolina. And COVID 19 in between us.
Mom is strong. Determined to get back to her life of independent living with Fleur the cat who was found in a flower pot.
My beloved daughter is here with her sweet and kind husband. Their baby, our first grandchild is due this fall. Just one of thousands of babies being born into this crazy time which started out strong for us with Oprah and her 2020 Vision Tour! What did we envision? What did we want to manifest into being? A new decade barely got any wind behind it. Only to be ripped to pieces by a pandemic tornado.
My son, who is a front line worker is here with his broken heart. How long does it take a heart to heal? More than 365 days?
It has been over a decade since my Dad left us. Mom is struggling to find her footing in this new reality. So many of us are.
Happy Mother’s Day to my mom. Her card was sent before her fall. I trust the sentiments are enough.
Flighty, Fickle & FINE 