Happy Birthday Georgetta Bernice
My mom is 79 today and doing well. She is fragile though. I call her twice every day, the first time on my way to work. I know I shouldn't drive and talk but it is comforting to hear her voice saying "Hi Donna Raye". We talk about the weather, what Jan Tucker is saying on her local radio, and whether my brother and his girlfriend are fighting. She wonders if they will take her to breakfast and if my sister will take her to the Casino the next weekend. I see her sitting in her chair, looking small and childlike, with her books stacked up. old lottery tickets on the table, and at least, no overflowing ashtray like there used to be.
Today I did not go to work, so I call her after my run with Jack and sing "Happy Birthday". I got her some Croc shoes which she wanted when she saw a nurse at her doctor's office wearing them. I also sent her 25 dollars for her next casino trip. I am sad not to be there and that she will be alone all day except for my brother who will visit and maybe ask her for some money for beer. She would be happy if he got her some little thing. But he likes his beer more than anything or anyone else and it won't happen. All the years my parents were married, my dad never once got her a Christmas, birthday, anniversary or mother's day gift. I know she was hurt by it but never said anything. Barbara Jean makes up for it though and will visit when she gets home from work. She got my mom Chicago Cubs stuff. Now that the Cubs are out of the world series, my mom is cheering for the Colorado Rockies. Baseball keeps her company too.
I think she is happy and mostly okay today on her birthday, sitting in her chair with the TV and her books for company. I feel lucky to be able to still talk to her. Wish I was there to watch a movie with her on the Lifetime channel. I hope she is around for the big 8-0 next year, but you never know.
Today I did not go to work, so I call her after my run with Jack and sing "Happy Birthday". I got her some Croc shoes which she wanted when she saw a nurse at her doctor's office wearing them. I also sent her 25 dollars for her next casino trip. I am sad not to be there and that she will be alone all day except for my brother who will visit and maybe ask her for some money for beer. She would be happy if he got her some little thing. But he likes his beer more than anything or anyone else and it won't happen. All the years my parents were married, my dad never once got her a Christmas, birthday, anniversary or mother's day gift. I know she was hurt by it but never said anything. Barbara Jean makes up for it though and will visit when she gets home from work. She got my mom Chicago Cubs stuff. Now that the Cubs are out of the world series, my mom is cheering for the Colorado Rockies. Baseball keeps her company too.
I think she is happy and mostly okay today on her birthday, sitting in her chair with the TV and her books for company. I feel lucky to be able to still talk to her. Wish I was there to watch a movie with her on the Lifetime channel. I hope she is around for the big 8-0 next year, but you never know.
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