My son is coming home this Sunday to visit. I am thrilled. Yet, he just called in tears. We are going to visit with my Mom, and he is so scared that it will be his last time with her. I pray not. I went to see her after work tonight and we talked and laughed. She gave me some things - bells. Its funny, the psychic I saw back in 1979 told me she saw bells and had no idea what it meant.
We will have fun Sunday. Will go out to eat like we used to when my boy was little and have some fun. I will take pictures and cherish them forever. When we leave will not be easy, especially for my boy and my mom.
Time goes too quickly. Wasn't it just yesterday that he was putting spagheti o's in his hair, starting kindergarten, playing soccer? Wasn't it just last week that Mom and I would get on the bus and ride downtown? Our special time together.
Where does it go? Who is this woman I see in the mirror now? Will my son talk of me to his children with the love I have for my mother?
Time will tell...
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