Bill left Monday and now Mom is here and I'm taking literary license with Everly Bros. lyrics. I sense a theme, one that dates me irrevocably. Hmmm. Now I bet you have that song in your head too.
I find it astonishing that my mom catches planes with such aplomb, despite being a few months shy of 81. She says that 80 is the new 60, but her resilience is amazing. When I fly, I'm wiped out for 3 days or more. She hits the ground running and never stops.
And she makes friends wherever she goes. Sure enough, she got off the plane with the phone number of a Kingsport woman who is a 6-year survivor and wants to talk to me about post-surgical treatment options. The circle keeps widening.
We stayed up until after midnight (she was still on West Coast time) debriefing and catching up.
One thing about family--you pick up right where you leave off, as if no intervening time has passed. We spent last July together at her house, and now we will spend December together at mine. Echo remembered her immediately, and we all settled into the groove.
I felt it was important for Bill & me to be by ourselves for these past 3 months of waiting and worrying, surgeries and first-step recovery. But it sure is nice to have my mama with me again, now that the big tough stuff is over and I can enjoy her company.
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So glad your Mom made it safe and sound. Can't wait until tomorrow at 10:00!!!!!!
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