snowy back yard

In this case, pictures really are worth a thousand words.  I drove south to go see my 86 year old mother, but in the process, I left this behind.  I felt like I needed to sit and hold my mother’s hand and talk about some hard things.  She is aging and becoming confused abouta few things-when that time comes in our parents’ lives, I believe we owe them a face to face, and not a phone call, to discuss the future and how to move forward-together.

I have tried in the last few years to visit often,  and this trip is for no particular reason but to sit and talk.  However challenging some of those talks might be, if I happen to glance out her window, I will consider it a blessing to be there with her-for her.  But the real blessing, if I am honest,  is I will see no snow.