Mama was sick today (memorial day), feeling absolutely awful. She’s been sick for a few days.
I know she’s going to read this, so this is a little awkward to write, but it… was sobering to be doing even just the tiny bit that I was doing to try and take care of her.
Seeing her there all curled up in her bed, her tiny little body, old and wearing out.
Granted, she often seems to have more energy than I do, And it’s not uncommon on her side of the family to live to be a hundred, so it’s all relative, but assuming I outlive her, it’s still a sobering reminder and foreshadowing of the future.
It felt… I don’t know how to describe it… a mixture of sadness and impending, inevitable loss.
😞
Hope you hang with us a lot longer, mama.
I wondered if I should go to my friends house for the memorial Day cookout that they were doing, wondering about bringing germs over and whatnot, but I went, hanging out with Miguel and Koven and some of their family members and neighbors.
I spent most of the day there, but I was so completely worn out from how hard I had worked on Sunday, that I was having a hard time staying awake. I was so exhausted.
I don’t remember anything else that happened. I’m sure I probably just veged the rest of the night.
Love and hugs. 😊
Lift the World
~ stephen
Lift the World 