Fall's A Comin'
I am so sorry I have not written in a few weeks. It's been a busy time and an emotional time.
It looks like our mom's house will sell in the next few weeks. The house our parents bought back in 1976. All of my adolescent years. The majority of my memories surrounding that house are in the kitchen. Talking and laughing while cooking, eating, cleaning up and then playing cards. And always spending time looking at the gardens after dinner. So much love. And of course there were hard times, arguments, and moments of 'Oh my dear god, get out of my face before I have to hurt you'. But those seem to dissolve and what stays are the amazing food smells and the love.
I had an incredible gift dropped in my lap of being able to come home for a couple of months for work. The work is incredibly busy and long hours, but I have time to see Mom. She now moves quite slow and keeps saying I have grown two feet! I am pretty sure in her brain I am younger and smaller, but she definitely recognizes me and knows who I am. She's a little unsteady in her walk, so I hold her hand when we walk. We don't talk about much, but then who does really? Conversations are often a bunch of words that in the end have little meaning. People who know me will laugh - I talk alot, but it's with my closest friends that little needs to be said. And the same with my mom.
The other day I stopped by our house. It's empty now. All the furniture gone. Pictures off the walls. Some of Mom's fall perennials are starting to come up and bloom. The smoke bush has a hint of red.
I love autumn and am so grateful to be home. The winter will probably be hard on Mom again -- last winter was one of the hardest for her -- confusion, falling, wandering. But in the end none of that matters, for I have grown two feet and get to spend precious time with Mom.
Back at ya Voyageur!
It looks like our mom's house will sell in the next few weeks. The house our parents bought back in 1976. All of my adolescent years. The majority of my memories surrounding that house are in the kitchen. Talking and laughing while cooking, eating, cleaning up and then playing cards. And always spending time looking at the gardens after dinner. So much love. And of course there were hard times, arguments, and moments of 'Oh my dear god, get out of my face before I have to hurt you'. But those seem to dissolve and what stays are the amazing food smells and the love.
I had an incredible gift dropped in my lap of being able to come home for a couple of months for work. The work is incredibly busy and long hours, but I have time to see Mom. She now moves quite slow and keeps saying I have grown two feet! I am pretty sure in her brain I am younger and smaller, but she definitely recognizes me and knows who I am. She's a little unsteady in her walk, so I hold her hand when we walk. We don't talk about much, but then who does really? Conversations are often a bunch of words that in the end have little meaning. People who know me will laugh - I talk alot, but it's with my closest friends that little needs to be said. And the same with my mom.
The other day I stopped by our house. It's empty now. All the furniture gone. Pictures off the walls. Some of Mom's fall perennials are starting to come up and bloom. The smoke bush has a hint of red.
I love autumn and am so grateful to be home. The winter will probably be hard on Mom again -- last winter was one of the hardest for her -- confusion, falling, wandering. But in the end none of that matters, for I have grown two feet and get to spend precious time with Mom.
Back at ya Voyageur!