... I can hear it a little bit better. Like today, my 85 year old mother went to morning mass where they social distance and wear masks. She went to visit my sister where she usually goes once a week or so.
My sister lives in an independent living facility. She is the survivor of a brain tumor since the age of 29 when she was first diagnosed. Cleveland Clinic. She will be 63 years old in October.
My father would have been 90 years old today. He died of misdiagnosed lung cancer from asbestos exposure when he worked. He will have passed on ten years ago October 10th.
I went to a wilderness area today to take in the sights and sounds to clear my mind and my heart. A couple pulled up in an SUV next to my Jeep. They got out and walked with determination to a swampy area and disappeared. When they returned about a half hour later they had fistfuls of Morel Mushrooms. Those mushrooms sell for about $50.00 a pound in the retail market.
My mother has a daily routine. She is liked and loved every where she goes. When she is ironing clothes or taking a break in her easy chair she turns on the news and listens to the broadcast of favorite news anchors. I realized today, on my late father’s birthday that she is scared. She listens intently to hear how our country is going to be healed and well again.
She is scared that every thing she has ever known as security could be taken away from her. She was like that when my father died. He was her rock, her hero. I sat down with her a few days after the funeral and went through all the legal papers. I told her “ Daddy loved you and he has planned for you and you are going to be fine.”
My 85 year old mother is scared again like she was when my father died. This time I don’t know how to make it better if the worst happens to this country.
