Flying & other Hassles…

 

My Mommy & Dad!

 

I started to write this post about what a hassle it is to fly, but when I actually began typing I was drawn to write about what I am going there to do …at my destination. I guess that REALLY is the important part, isn’t it? Instead of bitching about everything making our lives SO hard, Oh, poor me!! Thank God we CAN fly, remember or I should say imagine covered wagons??

Also, lets not let the damn Terrorists win by being inconvenienced a little (alright a lot!) and crying about it! Such is life.

I’m flying to Florida to visit with some family. I’m going to see my nieces which I’m very excited about. I love them dearly and it’s always fun to see my girly girls and get to shop and snuggle with them. I have two boys, though I love them lots, its not the same. Boys are boys, you know the old poem, about snails and puppy dog tails’ it’s kind of true. They don’t talk and snuggle like girls do!  I’ll probably need some luv’ and support like girls can give because I’m gonna see my Mom. It’ll be bittersweet, as she has dementia/Alzheimer’s but she shall brighten up like a light bulb on Christmas when when she sees me, ’cause I’m her baby!

But I sure can’t wait to see her and hug her and I know I’m gonna cry because she’s my Angel! I think my Mom is so special, she always has been to me, she was the most special loving Mom, she could light up my life just by saying “Hi Sweety”. Whenever I did not feel well, she could put her cool hands on my hot brow and make me feel better. She was and is magic to me! When she was here in Arizona and was not well, I would practice Reiki on her and she would find much satisfaction, relief and love from it; ie. the bond between she, I and the creator is strong!

I will also be so happy to see my father. Last but not least. I think he is finally at peace in his age and acceptance. I hope and believe he has made peace with his creator. He knows he has done as well as he can for his family; we must now live our lives. My mother is in another wing, the Memory Section of the Facility and he now can try to live out his last years without trying to be a martyr working 24/7. Trying to care for my mother since he doesn’t have the professional background was actually killing him.

Now when I see him I will be able to take him out alone, as himself, he can have a beer or two or three, some wings and hopefully laugh and be adults together just talking about life.

 

(C)  Written by Evelyn Garone 11/2010