Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Randy...no you didn't
This morning I woke up sad. My sister and I had been talking last night about mom, and mom's comment to her over the weekend that she's "tired of this". My sister clarified that "this" meant being alive. Mom said she just "hates this" so my sister told her "Everything is all taken care of, Mom, so you can go on any time you are ready", and then my sister cried. Well, yeah. No joke....telling your mom it's OK to go ahead and die is just not an easy task or a conversation most people ever envision having with a parent. But, that's how my sister and I roll. Everything is right up front and no topic is off limits. If it's painful, you just nut up and do it anyway because the gift of it is incredible emotional intimacy. We laughed about how mom is quite the opposite--she's always been a "stick your head in the sand" kind of gal--and I'm talking sticking it way down deep--but that's how she coped, so oh, well.
Since she really doesn't use her phone at all anymore, it's getting the hook today or tomorrow so it's adios to a phone number I've known since I was five years old. That's one of the things that panicked her when she moved--could she have that same old number. I think she was really afraid she wouldn't be able to learn a new one and she might not have been able to--who knows. FYI--you can always keep your number no matter what nonsense they tell you--you actually own your number. They just don't want you to know that and it's easier for them if they give you a new one. Sort of customer service in reverse--you make their job easier, and you pay them. Really.