Almost one week ago today I was reviewing in my mind that last time I had talked to WWOM, What we talked about, the way she laughed, the way she takes breathes in between her words I sat wondering if I would hear any of this again and thinking I surely didn't treasure it as much as I should have. Tell her enough how amazing I think she is. I though about how I would see her hunched over the french fry machine, peeling like a seasoned chef, making french fries that she never even tastes, because "the kids like them". Standing on the back porch doing it because I hate the smell of it in my hair. Pleasing everyone putting herself very last on her neverending list. I was suddenly mad that the time I could be spending with her she was spending over a fryer, outside by herself instead of visiting with her while she did it. Even if I meant smelling like burger king when I left. I missed it. I missed all of the little things that I never thought would mean everything in the world to me. I made a mental note of the weather, the last song I heard from the harp player in the fower at the hospital, everything around me suddenly I wanted to remember every detail. JUST INCASE.
Today my cell rang and suprisingly it was her cell phone, Surely it wasn't MG calling to update me on the days progress because cell phones disagree with him. I answered as I pulled out of the hospital parking lot, and was immediatly asked "What did the doctor say". It was WWOM calling from a hospital bed, hooked up to coutless IV's, stomach being vaccumed together,
Calling about me.. My welfare, seeing how
I was feeling.
SO TYPICAL.
SO KAREN,
SO she is back..
As a product of the Scholes genes we don't share our emotions much and maybe that is what we are meant to learn from all of this.
These simple moments… are gone in the blink of an eye…so do not waste them
I don't say it enough WE LOVE YOU WWOM...
Fantastic Friends, Family and those we care about come out of the wood work to support and love us while we are in times of need. We are blessed beyond words. The kindness showed to our family is amazing. Given our genetics we probably won't jump up and down and express our heart felt appreciation, we feel it though and we are learning.
I feel the same way..my house has been left a mess for days now and I don't care. I want to suck up every single minute I can with her because I think what if....I hope she knows how much we love her..how grateful we are for everything she has done for us. That she has helped make us the women that we are! If I turn out anything like her I will so grateful. Love ya momma
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Megan!!!
ReplyDeleteMy family also does not share emotion so maybe it is a part Goodey thing also. Thanks for starting this blog so we can see how your wonderful mom is doing. You and Chan and all your sisters are awesome. Your mom is a great lady. She introduced me to fried cheese curds for heaven sake! You are all in our prayers.
ReplyDeleteJessica
I echo the sentiments left from the women above. I also know the defective emotion gene.
ReplyDeleteI love how devoted you all are to your mom, she deserves it. I hope she is back to the potato peeler before long and let her know she is in our thoughts and prayers, and so are you (even though we don't say that :).
Love you all.
Go -Go wonder women!
Thanks for starting this blog. Great idea!