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Life
is a chain of events, I know that is true.
These happenings link up to form the past. That is how it works, and wonderfully so.
What I
desire for a while is a period of time
in which the weeks are filled with simple day-to-day activities: laundry, going to a movie, reading, and
such.
This
past few years have been labeled “…And Then…” years.
When
my mother started to decline, “…And Then…” started. Each phone call and each visit always led to
something more. When Mom died in April
2011, I thought life would resume the laundry and movie routine. But, it didn’t.
All
those “…and then…” events occurred: A
broken ankle. A fall/sprawl (broken
ankle betrayed me). Trips to far-off
places. Christmas and birthdays. Serious illness and surgery (for my husband’s
mother). Subsequent care following.
Then...my
daughter fell, broke bones in her foot, had surgery, was ‘laid up’ for two
months. Then…my other daughter had a
baby boy!
More
trips to far-off places. And then…
Maybe
I am whining about life in general. Maybe I am like my wee grandson who cries when
he needs something, and it is up to his parents to figure out what that
is. And then I would like to be picked up and cuddled by Mom.
If I
could push a “pause” button, I would. Should I? Would you?
