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I have got to quit writing Journal Entries when I am worried about mom. Yesterday's entry is gone and I admit it was a mess and not up to my usual quality. Today I have mom sitting in front of me so I think the Journal will be a story about us.
After my dad died in 1995, mom and I were so use to going out with each other for years that we naturally fell into a rhythm on how we would start our new life. Mom and I have always gotten along because she never learned to drive, I would drive her to visit her mother on my day off. Mom and I were always quite a team and always had fun whatever we were doing that day. (most of the times, she is my mother and we are not perfect) We also still had the best Australian Shepherd in the world but he was dad's dog so even he missed my dad, but that is another story for another day.
I will admit that knowing your local Funeral Director has its benefits, so he made sure mom and I had everything we needed to end one life and start another. That is when mom and I started going out to eat quite often. We did not have a favorite Restaurant at any time but some we liked more than others and some would close before we had a chance to visit for a second time. My boss was nice enough to give me time off to grieve and take care of mom.
When I got back to work I also started to get into a routine of stopping for a beer on the way home. Now you have to remember hardly anyone had a Cell (mobile) phone at this time of life, so when the phone would ring I would say I'm not here and rarely was it ever for me. Then I would go home, this is when my mother became more cunning than she was before and that was because she now preferred my cooking. In all the months of taking her to the hospital I had started cooking as well and using Garlic and she found out she liked it a lot. So some days I would come home and cook some Pork Chops with baked potato and garlic bread, other days green beans beef and mashed potatoes. The thing they all had in common was I used more garlic than mom had ever used in her life.
Later when I had to work more than forty hours a week and week ends mom started cooking again. She was very generous with the garlic and the food was delicious but she would always say that my cooking was better. Some of the best days were when I came home and mom would have boiled a chicken, she did not mind doing the grunt work if the outcome was Chicken and Dumplings with Soup to follow the next day.
Then something happened during the weekends that mom and I could no longer do all the shopping on Saturday. We use to kick ass, I would do my paycheck on Saturday morning then mom and I were off for the day. We would go out to eat depending on the time depended on the food when we did it all in one day but when we finally had to break it up to shopping on Sat. and Sun. one day we would eat lunch and the other day we would eat breakfast. Mom would comment that when dad was alive he loved going out for breakfast but she did not, now we do it all the time and she doesn't see what her problem was.
Before it got broken up into two days mom and I would go out to get money then get something to eat and plan an agenda that never worked but gave us something to talk about. So after eating it was shopping first Target and then maybe something fun. After that it was groceries and back home to unpack the car and put things away. Then I would make it to the bar to visit my friend and she and the waitresses could not believe the amount of things mom and I could accomplish in one day. We were a hell of a team even on the days that I would wander off, mom always knew leaving me alone was taking a chance. Sometimes I lose track of time really easily and she would be miffed but also suggest that a Sundae might help build up our strength to bring in the stuff we had bought. I do love a Hot Fudge Ice cream Cake so she would not have to ask twice.
Yes some days it took us longer to find a place to eat than shop but the journey was always worth it, mom has always known that I will never travel the same way I took to get somewhere. I always liked to travel the back roads and listen to music while talking. We had some great times going nowhere real fast but it was always worth the trip. I usually would behave well so I could get a new CD or Book, no matter how old I get there is always an old or new group that I need for my MP3 Player. Mom would just shake her head "Do you really need another book/Bluegrass CD"?
Those were the days my friends and I will always remember those laughs. "Twenty miles to go to Big Boys"? Then I would say "Hey mom did I tell you there was a bookstore across the street from this Big Boy". God that woman loves me quirks and all. God bless her and give me a few more good times, even if it is just talking.
After my dad died in 1995, mom and I were so use to going out with each other for years that we naturally fell into a rhythm on how we would start our new life. Mom and I have always gotten along because she never learned to drive, I would drive her to visit her mother on my day off. Mom and I were always quite a team and always had fun whatever we were doing that day. (most of the times, she is my mother and we are not perfect) We also still had the best Australian Shepherd in the world but he was dad's dog so even he missed my dad, but that is another story for another day.
I will admit that knowing your local Funeral Director has its benefits, so he made sure mom and I had everything we needed to end one life and start another. That is when mom and I started going out to eat quite often. We did not have a favorite Restaurant at any time but some we liked more than others and some would close before we had a chance to visit for a second time. My boss was nice enough to give me time off to grieve and take care of mom.
When I got back to work I also started to get into a routine of stopping for a beer on the way home. Now you have to remember hardly anyone had a Cell (mobile) phone at this time of life, so when the phone would ring I would say I'm not here and rarely was it ever for me. Then I would go home, this is when my mother became more cunning than she was before and that was because she now preferred my cooking. In all the months of taking her to the hospital I had started cooking as well and using Garlic and she found out she liked it a lot. So some days I would come home and cook some Pork Chops with baked potato and garlic bread, other days green beans beef and mashed potatoes. The thing they all had in common was I used more garlic than mom had ever used in her life.
Later when I had to work more than forty hours a week and week ends mom started cooking again. She was very generous with the garlic and the food was delicious but she would always say that my cooking was better. Some of the best days were when I came home and mom would have boiled a chicken, she did not mind doing the grunt work if the outcome was Chicken and Dumplings with Soup to follow the next day.
Then something happened during the weekends that mom and I could no longer do all the shopping on Saturday. We use to kick ass, I would do my paycheck on Saturday morning then mom and I were off for the day. We would go out to eat depending on the time depended on the food when we did it all in one day but when we finally had to break it up to shopping on Sat. and Sun. one day we would eat lunch and the other day we would eat breakfast. Mom would comment that when dad was alive he loved going out for breakfast but she did not, now we do it all the time and she doesn't see what her problem was.
Before it got broken up into two days mom and I would go out to get money then get something to eat and plan an agenda that never worked but gave us something to talk about. So after eating it was shopping first Target and then maybe something fun. After that it was groceries and back home to unpack the car and put things away. Then I would make it to the bar to visit my friend and she and the waitresses could not believe the amount of things mom and I could accomplish in one day. We were a hell of a team even on the days that I would wander off, mom always knew leaving me alone was taking a chance. Sometimes I lose track of time really easily and she would be miffed but also suggest that a Sundae might help build up our strength to bring in the stuff we had bought. I do love a Hot Fudge Ice cream Cake so she would not have to ask twice.
Yes some days it took us longer to find a place to eat than shop but the journey was always worth it, mom has always known that I will never travel the same way I took to get somewhere. I always liked to travel the back roads and listen to music while talking. We had some great times going nowhere real fast but it was always worth the trip. I usually would behave well so I could get a new CD or Book, no matter how old I get there is always an old or new group that I need for my MP3 Player. Mom would just shake her head "Do you really need another book/Bluegrass CD"?
Those were the days my friends and I will always remember those laughs. "Twenty miles to go to Big Boys"? Then I would say "Hey mom did I tell you there was a bookstore across the street from this Big Boy". God that woman loves me quirks and all. God bless her and give me a few more good times, even if it is just talking.
Not Feeling Better/Boy Do I Have A Headache
So many things have happened in the last couple of years. Aw Hell, if you look at it from my point of view it is six years. In that time I made friends on dA and Facebook. Both the accounts were created to help Mom and I. Deviant art was given to me by phluph. He has been a Deviant for years and knew I had to meet more people. I created the Facebook account for Mom. That way she could keep up with family that was out of town. I would like everyone to know that both did more for me than I could ever expect.
I made real and true friends on both pages. If it were not for devianArt I would never have accepted a friend request from someone I did
This is Now
On Jan. 27th my friend called. Her daughter who was going to mandatory Rehabilitation. Unfortunately the only person who could drive her was her crazy boyfriend. Now remember she is 31 and he is 27. Do you really have to be told not to visit anyone because there are warrants out for you? Well my friend told that guy to stay away from family. Of course no one listened. Well maybe the 2 year old, but she is really smart. So he obviously was not going to make it home in time to take care of the other kids.
Me? I am still not well and going through tests. I lose energy so fast and can be down for days. So it was not until the 7th time it was men
What the Fudgesicle Have I Gotten Into?
So many strange and interesting things have happened to me since my Mom's death. I thought one of the blessings would be connecting with my best friend since 9th grade. I really should have known better than that, nothing ever goes right it seems. Especially when it comes to me and my friend. Like I keep telling people,. "If being a friend were easy, everyone would have one.
While I was at my friend's house, I took over the cooking. I may have forgotten to mention that her mother lived with her at the time. Her mother never knew how to cook. The kids were supposed to do the dishes. I was still wiping myself out but I also wanted to help.
So
Back to Me Again
So five days after the Memorial for Mom, which I really wanted to be a Wake but... My friend who I had not seen in 4 years came to get me. I was on my way to new adventure.
On the first day I met 8 of her grandchildren. She had adopted 3 of them since the last time I saw her. She was also in a new house. Her daughter the mother of the 3 was living in the old house. You would think this would be a happy occasion, right. My best friend for 40 years and I finally get together. My Mom died February 10th and her Dad 15 days later. We really needed each other.
So the idea was to see a 9th grandchild's dance recital. I told her I was too tired to
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You are very fortunate to have such a close bond with your mum. I'm sure you know that, my friend. It's really special that you can enjoy ordinary run of the mill errands or just chatting. I think your siblings will be sad, one day, when she is gone, and they didn't get to know her like you have. She sounds like a lovely lady.