What our Parents Give Us
This afternoon, I was waiting for my husband and finally said, "Come on, let's go"...and heard my mother's voice saying those words. I then said immediately, "Oh my God, I sound just like my mother." I smiled, cause it wasn't such a bad sound. It's been a while since I recognized that, probably because she wasn't very coherent before she passed, or maybe because the words she did use weren't words I used. Mom used to say that when she got tired, no matter where she was. If she was here at our house, she said it, even when going home meant going upstairs. If she was at the diner, she said it, at my sister's she said it. Then when Mom and Dad moved to Senior Housing, she said it all the time to my Dad, or to me when I sat with her. At the hospital she said it, then at the nursing home in Southport. When she stopped saying it, I knew she was gone to us. Those four words were her trademark - Dad would try to weasel around the wo...