Mom's been gone 15 years ago today. She was 66 when she died from a very aggressive and rare form of leukemia. I'll be 64 in December and that ticking clock never sounds louder than when I think of her and all that she has missed.
It's been so long now I hardly remember the sound of her voice. The only real memory I have now is the feeling of her hugging me. On one of her last days in the hospital I held her up and we swayed back and forth for a few brief moments while she whispered in my ear for me to take care of Daddio. If she only knew what that promise would mean. These past fifteen years have been such a long, difficult journey. Being a parent to your aging parents is the hardest job on earth.
Hey Mom, this is as old as you ever got. You're my age here. Daddio is growing very old but you never will. He's a real mess but for the first time in ages he has said your name and asked for you. It breaks my heart. It's getting harder and harder for any of this to make sense to me. Maybe one day you'll explain it to me.