Moments

A few days ago, Dad, D, E, and I met with the palliative care team in mom's room. At some point, E pointed towards mom and made a twitching gesture. D and I looked over, and without saying anything – not even a glance in each other's direction – we bolted from the couch and crossed the few steps to mom's bedside. Pretty impressive the response time. I think we startled the palliative care folks, but…what can you do. Our mama raised us well.

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E and I picked C up from his apartment the other day to take him to the hospital. Once we arrived, I hopped out of the car and grabbed C’s cooler from the back. Immediately, I could feel my hair standing on end, and I mumbled to Erin, “great, am I going to get struck by lightning? Should I be crouching down in a field somewhere?” Would figure.  Erin replied, “do whatever, just don’t do it near me.” Now I know where her allegiance lies. With my luck, one lightning bolt wouldn’t do the trick. I’d likely get to my feet and start with a wobbly slow run, when wham, the second would strike.

Quotes:

(Back in May)

Diane: “If you love your Diet Coke so much, why don’t you name it?

Mom: “I will.” The name mom gave her pop: Bob

(June 19)

Me: “Maybe after we’re finished with lunch, I can read you another chapter.”

Mom: “God forbid.”

Touché.