Yesterday, after we had dinner and birthday cake, my sister's family went home and my mom and I were alone together in her living room, just gabbing. At the top of the hour she used her Advair Inhaler.
She was very matter-of-fact about the procedure, but her hands shook and she looked so old. That hospital stay earlier this year took so much out of her. It makes me sad.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
It is something, isn't it when a moment, a look, an action, makes your realize that your parent is getting older. Let's not even talk about looking in the mirror and recognizing that old lady looking back at you.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a week long birthday celebration for you!!