A day of reflections..

Today was a day of reflections of where my mom is now, the job I am in now not by choice and life..It has been a long time since I cleaned my bedroom. I say mine because it is the one I am sleeping in now. Doesn’t everyone have a washer and dryer in their bedroom?

I realized today that about 30 years ago (28 I think) my dad retired and started taking over the home chores as my mom was still working. It didn’t come naturally to him. Many stories of family being in town would clean up his house more than once. Anyhow he eventually learned to do thing right. Several years later it became obvious it was getting dangerous for my dad to up and down the stairs into the garage to do laundry so my parents decided to put the washer and dryer indoors – as it was easy to do with the bedroom next to the bathroom. Of course with my sister and I out of the house that room was an office / storage and my old bedroom became the guest room..

Growing up the bedroom I am in now was my sisters. I will always remember the musical notes that were painted on one of her walls. My bedroom was black and orange with a black and orange checkerboard carpet – that yes you could play checkers on. Today my parents bedroom is just how my mom left it last June, frozen in time after she fell. My bedroom became my nephews room where my mom hoped to have her grandson over many times – sadly very few times he was able to.. That room is also frozen in time.

Only the garage, kitchen, and storage closet has been gone through. I have told my sister I would really like to leave it that way until something happens to our mom. Something comforting about all the memories here… frightening too.. as I don’t know what will happen in the future.. I know nobody really does but we all have hopes and dreams… How we hope things “end”. I already know Cinderella won’t be happening but…

Tomorrow I will head over to see my mom. My sister said she has three requests. A hat, a hug and a kiss…