It surprises me sometimes how our minds work. One minute I am thinking about one thing and then I am off on a tangent someplace else.
My mother is in the hospital, again. Poor Mummy she is not doing well. She is 84 now and between the osteoporosis and the arthritis she is in a lot of pain. Of course walking backwards down a concrete steps whilst sweeping up flower petals with a hand whisk was not a good idea . Especially when she found herself flat on her back looking at the sky. She has broken several bones before. None this time, thank god. Bruised and with no appetite her electrolytes are out of whack. Where has the time gone?
I wondered for a moment where she was when she was the age I am now? Good grief that was the year I turned 40. I spent my fortieth birthday in Edinburgh Scotland. Good times that. I mean if you have to be 40 then do it hiking around Scotland.
I remember when Nana was my present age. I have told this story before but it bears savouring again. My grandfather, Ernie, and I were sitting on the couch while Nana kept walking back and forth in front of us from the bathroom to the bedroom ( It was a small apartment in Toronto). A cloud of "White Shoulders" perfume swirled in the air behind her. She was immaculately coiffed and dressed in high heels and her silk stocking seams where perfect. "Your grandmother is a beautiful woman," my grandfather said to me. I just stared at him. I had overheard her say the day before that she was 62 yrs old. She was such a class act. I always wanted to be just like her. She was with us 'till her 97th year. Life is so fragile and the older we get the faster the days fly past. I am concerned about my mother.