I haven't seen my mother at Christmas for probably 20 or more years, we don't actually celebrate it. This year she is in the unfamiliar environment of the group home where is she staying for her rehab treatments and I decided to go be with her for it. This last couple of months I've spent just about 50 percent of my time in her state and I've been lucky with the weather since there are several mountain passes between us.
This year I am doing the "over the hills and through the woods to grandmothers house we go" (if she had grandkids). Of course all four passes are predicting snow today so it should be a lovely 9 or 10 Hour Drive crammed into maybe eight hours of daylight.
The good news is, that she is healing well and at least physically I believe over the hump. I hope to take her on a field trip while I'm there to her apartment so that she can see what it looks like and remember it so we can start the decision-making process for where she wants to live next starting in a month or so.
I had hoped that this weekend we would be able to make a joint call to my uncle, my father's brother, her last relative besides me that we know of. Four days ago he died but since she has already forgotten it by now I don't think it will bother her.
I keep telling her she has become the ultimate Buddha. No past, no future. Only the present. There are times when I envy her.
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