1 month anniversary

October 19th was the 1 year anniversary of mom's passing. And life goes on. A soul left this earth to be with it's creator. And the earth is still spinning. And while I feel pain at times, loneliness at times, please understand that for the last year maybe two our communication was "What would you like for lunch?Would you like to go out? I will pay. What football game is on?" When I lived as a young lady in New Orleans at my parents' home, our conversations were a bit deeper than that. Almost teacher-student. Why do you think Cervantes wrote Don Quioxote as being a thin man and Sancho Panza as being a fat man? What a terrible existence it must have been for the patients in the Snakepit. And so forth. We also had many a discussion over grapes or strawberries. And I helped mom dust and wax and do clothes and sometimes cook. We eventually had conversation about Jesus, as when people left a tract at her door about how to get to heaven. And I saw her pause for the first time in her life. I made her think. And that meant more to me than any other time we talked. I reached into her soul and made her consider something she never thought of before, no matter how many times she'd heard the story. I made sense to her.