My mother is not doing well. (Today she gave me a good scare but then pulled through)
Yesterday was another odd day. It was beautiful out and I thought I'd take her outside for a little while. I wheeled her out to the patio and she kept staring out into space and started talking to someone. "Yes, yes, I'm coming," she had said.
When I asked who she was talking to, she turned to me and said, "My mother. She keeps calling me. I keep seeing her everytime I turn around."
Her mother died many years ago.
I've received a few very nice emails -- thank you very much for that. It means a lot to me.
As to my writing. I did cover the Cinco de Mayo parade yesterday while my sister took over. And, I survived my daughter's birthday party and I even wrote two stories. (One advance and the parade story.)
Today: My editor was kind enough to find a different reporter to cover today's events. I had called him to tell him that my mother was quite bad and that I didn't think I was in any shape to cover a story. But when I didn't hear back from him and my mother stabilized, I decided I could do it. I was driving out when he called me and told me to make a U-turn and go back to my family. I did just that. God bless him.