It was like Mom all over again.
My mother collapsed at work, never regaining consciousness.
She died five days later. She never got to be retired, she never got to collect
her pension. She didn’t finish paying off her mortgage, she didn’t get Social
Security. She worked her whole life, raising me and my siblings, working at
Dollar Savings Bank, which became Dollar- Dry Dock and finally Emigrant.
Her customers came to her wake, sobbing in disbelief. Her coworkers, their children, most of mom’s
siblings, her mother… My siblings and father had to “make arrangements”. We had
to go through her stuff, redistribute her life.
The items she was saving for a special occasion.
The outfits that were “too nice” for work.
The things she loved and cherished.
I have always been sad about the things my mother missed.
Watching my brother get married, seeing her grandchildren grow up and get
settled in life. I wonder what she would have thought about the events of our
world and how much has changed since she has been gone… and how much is very
much the same.
I wonder how she would have felt about selling our family
home.
What she would have thought of Bitcoin, Facebook, IPhones
and Instagram…
Her thought on the Pope, the President, and Great Britain
leaving the EU…
I am really missing my mom today.
