Friday, June 26, 2009


It's been six months since Mom died. On the way into the shop yesterday to get my hair cut, I passed under an arbor laden with fragrant white roses. I remembered how Mom, suffering from advanced macular degeneration, always reached out to touch the roses, invariably getting scratched or snagging her sweater sleeve.

Although Mom always complained that "those girls don't know how to do my hair," she enjoyed the fuss they made over her. After last Halloween, they passed out surplus Tootsie Pops. "Sam" asked me if Mom would like one. I was about to say, "No," because Mom was getting very persnickety about what she ate.

"Yes, I would!" she said emphatically.

She really enjoyed it, gooey chocolate center and all.


Nan said...

Those are good memories. Im glad you preserved them by writing them down. :-)

Ruth Hull Chatlien said...

Oh, I love that image of your mom with the Tootsie pop.