If I slurrr my words during this post. It's the smell of the daffodils-in-a-glass that is soooo intoxicating!
When I lived in Wisconsin, and something happened to my folks, I was the one that called family members to deliver the "news". I always went in birth order, oldest to youngest. That system just seemed right to me. I always wondered what it would be like to be on the other end of the call. You know, to be the one hearing the "news".
When I moved to Montana I wondered who would take over the helm of making those sometimes dreadful calls. I knocked wood, because I hadn't received such a call to find out. Well until Easter Sunday, when Betty called. Turns out Mom was in the hospital, because she had gotten light headed. The hospital staff did tests, and Mom was admitted for an over night stay. The doctor recommended Mom check into some type of "assisted living".
I talked to both Mom and Dad at length. Mom says that as long as Dad is there to take care of her, she is not going to check into assisted living. Dad says he will not let her do anything, he will take care of her. How lucky a man and a woman to have a love like that.
And it's the intoxicating smell of the daffodils-in-a-glass, that will for now keep me from thinking of the next phone call with "news".
