Monday, January 26, 2015


A few years ago my parents were living at my sister's house in south Georgia. They had been there for a while, but he was becoming more of a danger to himself. Papa was in the throes of Alzheimer's and Mama was trying to figure out what the best next step would be. 

I remember being there while she was thinking about it... It was difficult. Papa never wanted to leave their house at all, much less live in a place for Alzheimer's patients. And, I know Mama wished she and Papa could've stayed at home, too.

She asked me what I thought... I don't remember what I told her, but I remember her clearly saying "It's times like these I wish I could talk to my mother."  My mother was in her 80's at the time and my grandmother had been gone for almost 40 years...

And, still... my mother wanted her mother.

Just like I wish MY mother was here today. 

Every time life gets a little "tough," first I think about how I wish I could call her... and then I think about how she used to feel the same way.

I reckon there's just somethin' about mamas that won't ever go away.

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