My Mother's Birthday

March 8 is my mother's bithday. That was Monday, and I did not forget. She would have been 100 this year if she had lived this long. 

Tommy was busy on Monday, while I stayed in the bed most of the day. He washed four loads of clothes, three of mine and one of his, dried my clothes that needed drying, and brought in the other clothes I wanted to dry inside. He went through a lot of his belongings and threw away lots. 

He made himself a salad while I managed to heat the cooked chicken for his dinner.  

On Sunday, I asked him to find his own dinner. He went to refrigerator and came back with a huge plate of food. He found a box of romaine and one of spinach, the grape tomatoes, dressing, cheese, and rolls. I heated some meatballs and insisted he have some. I was quite surprised when he told me he stacked all the salad items in one stack so it would be easier for me to find. 

He has gone about the house, keeping things as nice/neat as they were and even improving a few places. Plus, he gets anything I need. If he thinks I need something, he volunteers to get it. I have forgotten what else he has done today. Some things I did not see him do, but he told me. 

After he cleaned the stainless steel sink, he showed me how he cleaned the counter behind it. He did only wipe it with a paper towel, so it needs actually using at least water...lol. 

My ear is getting one little sore that is visible. Before, places hurt, but nothing was visible. My outer ear hurts. There are tingly places on one section of my scalp, my scalp seems swollen in the same places, It feels like there are sores on outside of my ear. And, the little swollen place inside my ear canal is swollen once again. I suppose that I will go back to the ENT. I hope this does not get worse. 

I looked through both purses for Tommy's cc, and it was nowhere. Finally, I asked Tommy if he looked in my bag we carry to the car. He looked and his cc was in there. I suppose I let it slip when I was holding it. So, mystery solved. 

The person who will clean called to see if I wanted her and when and how I was feeling. She seems like the nicest person I have talked with about cleaning. 

He is very willing to help do cleaning chores that he and I can do. I made the statement that everything we clean is something he does not have to pay to be cleaned. I think that made him think! 

I have been hiccupping for weeks now, several sessions each day, like a dozen episodes that last about ten minutes, sometimes longer, sometimes not. 

Typing is tiring me.

Daylight Savings Time will make me so happy! Are you looking forward to DST? 

All the above was written Monday night, so today, Tuesday, I am a tiny bit better since the pain in my ear is gone. 

I Saw My Dead Mother on Wednesday

EDIT--I posted the price of chicken post accidentally. tomorrow....

As I sat here Wednesday, waiting on Tommy to go back out again, I used my laptop. With the laptop on my lap, I sort of dozed off. I could hear the TV and what was going on, so was I asleep?

All of a sudden there appeared before me, my mother. She was dressed as I would recognize her, had a hairdo I recognized, and was speaking to me. Startled, I completely opened my half-shut eyes and lost her. Tears came. I wanted her to come back to me. Even now, as I type, tears are flowing. (All this was before I had heard Anne's mother had died. Otherwise, I would say her story triggered this.)

I hear about people talking about dreaming of or seeing their dead mother. I always wondered why I did not, not even once since she died in the early 90s. For years I have thought about her daily, wondered about things, wanted to talk with her. But, you know that is not possible with the dead. Or, maybe you believe differently.

Mother's day coming on Sunday was also not a catalyst for the vision. I have to call it a vision because she was "in" this room, right in front of me. I am not assigning a mystical meaning. She gestured like I knew; she talked to me; she was my mother just like she always was.

However, she was not my mother with cancer. She was younger and had very blond hair, not grayish and falling out like before her death. So, I imagine she was about 55. I was a young woman with three small children when she was that age.

I do not believe it is possible to will her back as a vision for me. So, I am left with one brief memory.  It was the most wonderful thing that has happened to me since she died.

Do you ever dream of your mother? Have you had a vision of her before you?