And me? My mother just vacationed in Virginia Beach for the week and on her way out the door of my house tonight, she said, "Try to call me on occasion and not just text."
She was raised Catholic after all...
I'm an only child. She's my only intimate witness to my childhood. There are times I feel like we have absolutely nothing in common and then she sends me a text telling me that she's arrived safely at her beach house and that she misses me already and I am reduced. to. tears.
Don't even know where they came from. But I can see and hear the clock ticking and I just have to wonder, "How on earth did we wind up this way?" and "How much time do we have left?"
And so, I'll turn this disjointed, regretful post into a plea, maybe partially prompted by my mother's companion:
GET YOUR KNEES DONE.
I love you, Moo. I'm so very sorry that we're so far apart, but you still make me laugh harder than most and cry harder than most, so there's that. Thanks for coming to see us and we look forward to many future trips. Even to Florida. GACK.
At least it's not Pennsylvania.