Life takes a notable turn when your mommy is in her eighties and the sun is over the yardarm for you in your forties. Based on family history, I have fifteen years left with her. But realistically, anything could happen at this point, and over the last ten years with the loss of my father and two brothers, that fact has been a painful lesson.
I guess what's bothering me right now is there's a clear and present limit. A timeline, if you will. She sort of brought it home when she mentioned that she'd had to take out a fifteen-year loan on her condo and didn't know if she would live long enough to pay it back. There was no drama in her statement. No guilt trip. Just the facts, Ma'am. But she did say that thought made her stop and think. Really think.
It did me too.
Nobody gets out of here alive. We've all faced that in varying degrees. Some wish they knew when they would go, some don't. But I realized today, I will definitely be losing my mommy within fifteen years--give or take a few and barring accidents. I see her twice a year on average, so that means thirty (+-) more visits.
So, my choice is now, how am I going to spend those visits with her?
Can anyone say Par-taaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyy??
Happy Halloween. Really. Have a happy one. Have many happy ones. This is all there is, so keep on dancing!