A Call Today
I was at work and my cell phone rang. Nobody calls me at work on my cell phone, so I figured it must be my aunt… and it was.
She then asked me if I had a work number to call on, knowing that she was using up my minutes, which kinda worried me because I wondered why she was going to have a long conversation since she only ever calls me about my mother.
She called me back and told me that yesterday was my mother’s heart specialist appointment. Apparently my mother’s heart is very damaged (probably from all those heart attacks and strokes) and that’s why she’s having trouble breathing, and I guess why she ended up in the hospital the other week when her heart stopped.
I’m told that the doctor said there was nothing they could do for her and that she probably didn’t have long, perhaps six months at most.
Well, even though my mother and I have always had quite a rocky relationship, I was a little freaked. I got all shaky and was trying to stop myself from crying. I got myself together enough to stay at work and to work on a few things, but then I decided I’d better go see her and so I left work early.
I took my snookey, my son and me up to the home where she lives and we visited. This time she remembered who I was (not her brother) but didn’t remember anyone else. We played some euchre with her and killed some time. I got a couple of pictures, just in case. I didn’t want to think that I had no recent pictures of her if something should happen.
So now we’re home. I’m feeling a little better about the situation just because she seemed fairly close to normal today. I don’t feel as if she’s gonna kick off any minute, so I’m a little relieved to have gone to see her.
It’s really strange how I felt considering the relationship we’ve had over the years. It surprised me and made me feel that maybe, if I’d ever felt that she’d loved me, things could have been different. Perhaps I could have risen above all the shit and changed our destinies.
Weird. It’s very telling of what’s truly in your heart.
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Its never too late kiddo, you know what to do.