My mother started the decline with her memory at the early age of 68 and died at the age of 74 from Alzheimer’s.
Trouble started brewing between my sister and I at this time, not only were we losing our mom, but we were also losing our husbands, emotionally. We both ended up divorcing only a few years apart.
This weekend after not seeing each other since Christmas, a rarity we go that long, nevertheless, we found ourselves at a peace with each other for the first time in years. We were back to not only being sisters but each other’s best friend.
We spent every evening on my front porch, introducing each other to new music, playing the music that reminded us of our mother and our youth. We shared stories of our mom. A fond memory of my mom was late night country rides she loved taking.
My mom was that person that could get my daddy to do most anything, such as waking my sister and I up after midnight and the four of us going driving on long country roads listening to whatever was playing on the radio. I distinctly remember Squeeze Box by The Who, watching her sing to my daddy, bouncing around, upper body dancing, whilst my sister and we’re in the back seat (of our royal blue Chevy station wagon that was built like a tank) observing this love between them. The greatest reward to these late night rides was stopping at the corner gas station that was closed but had an outside bottled Coke machine and my dad buying us all Yahoos for the late night drive.
Having three days with my little sister, she left this morning. I sit here on my East Texas front porch after an early morning thunderstorm, cool breeze blowing; I reminisce about the awesome visit we had together, it’s peaceful and inspiring.
It’s a wonderful day after the storm.Published in