And now MY mother is in the hospital too. Nothing can kill her. She’s ninety. She fell, broke nothing, and a brain scan is clear. They’ll observe her for a few days and I’ll take the rest thank you.
Occurred to me, that at any given time, several of us have sons who won’t keep in contact, mothers in hospital, daughters with auto immune conditions, another adult child with dreams that have them juggling the $ and rewriting the plan. All this within days of our birthday while being very busy at work and wondering where mr right wandered off to.
We are one, blogging community, we are connected.
I’ve read of a memoir class – the facilitator starts by telling the group ‘not one of you has an original story’.
They’ve all been told..we are one.