I dropped my mom off at BWI a couple of hours ago. We’ve been together for the past 28 days — longer than since I was still living under her roof. I’ve heard that you can break (or form) a habit in 28 days, so I guess Mom became a habit.
I’ve been crying on and off for the past couple of hours. For a lot of reasons — relief is one. I’m no longer the strong one. Sadness is another — I’m finally able to feel/express the sadness that was inside me about placing my father in the nursing home. But just plain missing my Mom is the biggest of the reasons. For the past 28 days I’d gotten to know her again. I’ve gotten to know the person she’s become in my absence.
We had a pretty good month if you discount the nursing home / Medicare / insurance worries. We ate out a lot — mostly at Bookers (of which I became Mayor on Foursquare on my second visit). We laughed some, and talked a lot, but mostly we enjoyed each other’s company — sometimes in silence, sometimes not. I hope she feels the same about our 28 days together.
Mom, if you read this: I love you.
Clutch Cargo Lips 
You’re so lucky.
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Such a good daughter! Your mother and father are lucky to have you.
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Wish I could have shared that time with you!!!
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That conflict of emotions we experience as our parents age is beautifully expressed. Lovely.
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I hope your mom does read this.
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Donna
I am the guy who sang the song track on high wind in jamaica you can see it on http://mikeleroy.com
i understand about your father – I had to place my mother in a home three years back – heartbreaking – spiritually I’m with you – lots of luck to you
Mike
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Thanks, Mike — I’m honored that you commented on my post. Thank you for the kind words. It was a heartbreaking thing to do.
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Please forgive me – I meant to say your mother and Father
love to you
Mike
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Actually — we put my father in a home. My mother is just fine.
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