This is the first Monday since Grannie died on the 11th. My Mom.
The death of one's Mother is no less keenly felt by a man of 69 years of age than it would be by a boy of 12. It's just at 69, it's not as much of a surprise.
All through her hospitalization, I held out the hope she would regain her strength, and get well, and come home. At the end, it became obvious it wasn't going to happen.
In the end, she got what she wanted. She went to sleep and she didn't wake up. Her heart stopped.
Somewhere, deep inside of me, is planted the memory of the sound of her heart - from the inside.
She is the woman who gave me life - she is the reason I exist at all.
And now she is gone.
I ran across an ancient book of photos of people long dead well before I was born. Iowa people. Tracey, Snodgrass, Green, Matthews. Templeton. Pierce.
Templeton and Pierce made my Mom, but all those other names, and many more, belong to families of those related, directly or indirectly, to Mom. And, therefore, to me.
It's hard to look at those old photos and ascribe life and personality to the figures I can see in them. In the photos. They are just names and stoic faces in faded shades of grey. Or sepia. With handwriting surrounding their photo - or sometimes faded pencil writing on the back. Saying who they were. And sometimes, how they were related to some ancestor or other.
My mother lives in photos, now.
The thing about digital photos is that they don't fade, the expressions on faces are real and immediate, personalities come through. Mostly.
I have her photos. I'll remember all those years and the times we had. But I won't have Her.
She's in heaven, knitting caps and scarves and afghans for the angels.
Ndinombethe, Mom. As I go, I am wearing you.
CUBS managed to get swept by Pittsburgh so their 6 game homestand wound up 3 and 3. Oh well. I hate to say "Wait 'Til Next Year" - but just wait. It'll happen.
Today is my birthday - the day I complete 69 years of life. 69. One of my favorite numbers - although its favored status has nothing to do with age. Heh.
My Facebook friends have already begun to wish me a Happy Birthday. I really appreciate Facebook for making it so easy to keep up with things like birthdays, etc. And to ALL my friends, I say "Thank You".
I've had to bring goodies to work, today. It's our habit to do so. Whenever someone has a birthday, that person is obligated to bring the goodies. My blood sugar will be a bit off, tomorrow. I'm just sayin'.
Short and sweet, today. Tomorrow I will post about something that's been on my mind - that's kept me away from here far too much.
CUBS split 4 with the Cards over the weekend. The new guys are waking up the rest of the league to what they can expect to face when they play the CUBS next year. And Jorge Soler is a Beast.
Today is, of course, a National Holiday, and a week from today is, of course, a day of Personal Import. My birthday. The last birthday in my 60s.
I've taken active steps to start losing a bit more weight. At 201 lbs. I'm still a bit overweight - but not as much as I was when I was 250. That said, my BMI has changed because I've SHRUNK an inch. Of course, It's been more than 10 years since my height was actually measured so I have no idea when the shrinkage started, but I've gone from 5'9.5" to 5'8.5". That said, I still have a 30 inch inseam, so I'm assuming the shrinkage is actually in my torso.
I am going to go on a "Low Glycemic Load, Mediterranean Diet". At least, that's what my Doctor told me it's called. And she should know. She's on the same diet herself.
Have a lovely day, today. And try not to take it too hard when you go back to work, tomorrow. Those of you who DO work, that is.
They hide their fabric of Sin
The One Percent LIVES.
Da CUBS. Surprisingly, the Northsiders just took three from the team leading the American League East. And they looked GOOD doing it. With 6 of "the Prospects" now on the Big Club, one has to wonder if this is a window into the near future of this club. Like next year near.
Chicago, look!! Your future is showing.
Chicago's Little League Team lost in the finals of the LLWS. BUT. They looked good doing it - and sometimes, that's all one can ask. They did their best. Well done, Jackie Robinson West.
I enjoyed watching the LLWS. I think I'm a little less than thrilled, however, over the media focus on some of the kids that played in the series. Like Pierce Jones. Or Mo'ne Davis. Interviews. Special sports stories on ESPN highlighting THOSE kids at the expense of all the others. Just the FOCUS.
They are, after all, just kids. Playing ball. They are not, nor are they supposed to be, celebrities. They're just kids.
Have a Happy Monday. Just think. 4 days until Friday and a 3 day weekend.