We head back to Illinois on Monday, which is Memorial Day. Steve has suggested at least once that perhaps I didn’t plan this trip very well. Did I realize it was Memorial Day weekend when I was planning it? I don’t think I did, but it hasn’t made much difference…
We go into the living room to chat some more. Of course Mom can’t hear anything even when someone shouts. No one is sitting close to her to repeat everything so she just misses most of it. She’s gone to the bathroom three or four times. She’s sat down and…
Sunday, May 26, 2012 Scrub and I have decided to go to church “out on the prairie” which is where my parents always went to church. If we go we might run into some of our cousins and maybe our aunt and uncle, my father’s brother and his wife. We…
Mom launches into a reminiscence about her own parents. Her mother had to get up every morning and make biscuits from scratch on an old wood cook stove. My grandfather would sit on a straight-backed chair next to the stove and rock back and forth on the back legs…
I haven’t seen Scrub or my mother in two years, not since Kevin’s funeral. We’ve never been particularly close, but we tend to come together during family crises, like when my dad was sick and then died, and when my brother passed away. Each evening Scrub and I sit out…
Thursday May 24, 2012 I fly fromFort Myers,Florida to O’Hare in Chicago. My friend Sue who is also my former sister-in-law picks me up around ten in the morning. We eat at Cracker Barrel on the way toLadd, Illinoiswhere she lives. This is part of my planned trip: Fly into Chicago,…
