They say Chicago is home to the Blues… not the St. Louis Blues, F them, no, the music. Yeah, just another great thing Chicago has brought to the world; don’t mean to brag. Personally, I’ve never been a huge fan; never been down to the Blues fest… I do like the Blues Brothers… great Chicago movie. Yet today, I’ve chosen to listen to them. I’m finally getting around to finishing the Thank You cards from my Mom’s wake & funeral. How depressing does that sound? Sitting in my office, writing out these cards, thinking about my Mom, listening to the Blues… I need some help.
It’s like the unofficial countdown to Mother’s Day has already begun in my brain. It’s bad enough I’m getting all of these emails reminding me of ideas for the day… all the specials going on… “Mother’s Day is right around the corner”. I walked over to Target today to get some more cards, and yeah, walked right through the Mother’s Day aisle; maybe not the best choice. Don’t mind me, I just have some dust in my eyes. It hasn’t been the best day, let me tell you…
Did I mention I had a dream with my Mom? Yeah, ever since my friend told me he saw his Mom in a dream after she passed, I wanted to see mine. I had seen my aunt and I believe my grandmother in a dream weeks ago, but the other day, it happened. I went over to my parents’ house; my sister opened the door. And there she was… sitting on the couch next to my Dad. I looked at her, and gave her a kiss and hug… and that was that. It was like a quick flash, seconds maybe, but I did see her eyes open; no words were said, just that. Is that supposed to make me feel better? I thought it would…
I guess it did. Interpret as you may, but I’m taking it as though she’s OK… my Mom is good, and we should try to be too. We will be good, eventually; not sure how long this process will take, how long this winding road will be. It’s like a long rollercoaster ride, kind of like following my teams day in day out; you have your ups, and you have your downs. Feels like Mother’s Day will be a big dip in the ride… but what is the comparison for one of my teams winning it all, like say, the Cubs back in 2016? How does that factor in here? Is that the day I will finally see her again, when we will be reunited? If so, that’s great, and although I miss her tremendously, I certainly don’t want that to happen any time soon. It’s like in the movie Gladiator… at the end of the movie… I will see you again, but not yet… not yet… I personally waited 40 years for the Cubs to win it all; 40 years from now, puts me at 87 years old… I guess I can wait a little longer than that; I am very patient.
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