Mother Dearest

So . . . two janaazas (funerals) in one week. Sunday night an aunt who lived with my parents passed on, and on Wednesday night we received news that my Gran’s sister had passed on. So one has to pause and acknowledge that there’s really no escaping the reaper. I don’t fear death. I’m cool with one day waking up to find that I didn’t really wake up and wasn’t likely to ever again. What I do worry about it is my mother dying. I mean, I accept that logically, because she is my mother, she is older than me, and will in all likelihood move along some time before me (though nothing is cast in stone). But the thought of not having her around is both scary and depressing. I’m a grown woman of 30+ (no need to get technical about such stuff), but when I have a tummy ache, when one of my kids have a tummy ache, or even when no one I know has a tummy ache, I call my mom for advice. I call her for help with recipes I’ve made hundreds of times because she’s made them thousands of times. I call her to share my good news, my bad news and of course when there’s juicy news. Heck, she’s usually where I get the juicy news.

Don’t get me wrong, she can drive me insane at times too. But even that I’ll miss when she’s no longer there.

I guess there’s nothing I can do but enjoy and appreciate the time I have with her now. I do realise that I am lucky to have her in my life still.

 Guess what!?! She just called to tell me she made a huge pot of soup. See why I love this woman. She rocks!