Talking to mother…..

Diana, mom said you called. You got my parent’s phone number. Call me at 1-334-***-**** and we can talk. I would love to talk to you. Thanks so much for taking the effort to find my number and call.

I was talking with my mother. She just got back from a trip to Biloxi Mississippi to the casino with friends. She went with Julia and Jim. Friends of hers that go to the Catholic Church with her. She seemed to have a good time. She seemed more of her old self than I have heard from her in years. I was pleased.

“Are you okay mom?” I asked.

“Yeah, I am okay. I am worried about you. I got your message.” She said.

“I’ve had a hard time with Rachel. You all need to call social security and get that account in your names. They will not let me do it. I have tried.” I said. “Rachel says she called and got it set up so all you have to do is call and transfer it.”

“I will wait till your father gets home this weekend. He wants it in his name. I think he fly’s home on Saturday.” She said.

“Thanks mom. I love you.” I said.

“I love you too sweetheart. I just want you okay.” She said.

My mother was never terribly affectionate when I was a child. She always saw about us. We always went to the dentist and had nice clothes. She just showed her love in a different way. I started to cry after she said this.

“Mom, you mean so much to me and I want you okay.” I said.

“Are you okay? I am coming over to see you right now” She said.

“No mom, I am fine. I am just emotional. I just have not heard you say you love me like that in a long time.” I replied. I couldn’t ever remember her saying she loved me like that.

“I have to spend the night with your Meemaw tonight.” She said. Meemaw is my mom’s mother. That is the name I gave her as a small child and it stuck. All the many grandchildren call her this. I was intrigued. In my whole life she has never stayed over with her.

“Why are you staying with Leta?” I asked. Leta Wheeler is her name.

“She asked me and I do not want to go. You feed the cats for me. I am putting a key under the door so you see about that for me.” She said.

“Well that is interesting. I hope things go well. I will be thinking about you two. Do you want me to go as well? I can sleep in Rodger’s old room.” I replied.

“No, don’t you worry about it. I will be home tomorrow. Come over to see me and we will watch a movie.” She said.

We then said our good byes. It is good talking to mom and hearing her sound so well. She sounded like her old self.