today
is my mother's birthday. or, it was. no, i guess it still is, though
she's been gone for several years now. i saw her shortly before her
last birthday with us. terminally ill, she was bed-ridden and on
powerful pain killers. but she was most definitely present. i'd
bought a gift for her, still not quite understanding it would be my last
birthday gift to her. it was a beautiful ceramic lion - bright colors, a great facial expression. she loved animals, real
ones and others as objects d'art. mom had a huge collection of animals
made out of all sorts of material - most of them are here with me, all
around my house.
i also picked up a
bottle of bailey's irish creme, her favorite drink. she wasn't supposed
to drink alcohol while on morphine, but who cared. as my father and a
nurse's aide looked on aghast, i poured some into the sippy cup she was
using, poured a little for myself and we drank a toast to her. she had a
wonderful smile on her face as she tasted the liquid. i hope it was a
good high. i miss my mother.
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