11 July 2019

Farmington Family

So many years ago, more than one wants to count, a relationship was built.  The Mom and Dad that were there while his Father and Mother pursued their own interest. Two have passed, One is surrounded with the second family and the last, Momma has lost today to Alzheimers, yet the memories of a 16 year old boy on a yellow Swin 10 speed bike with chrome finders, trying to date her daughter are still as vivid to her as if it where yesterday.  Now in assisted living, close to family, the world today is slowly disappearing, yet she remembers years passed. Waiting for her daughter to come home from dates, fatting that young kid up with home made pecan and cherry pies and still today she has the same evil laugh when she thinks about whipping his butt in rummy, over and over again. 

For a few short hours a year, I sit with her and relive those years we had together: Coming to my high school basketball games, homemade dinners and holiday fests, the marriage and death of her death of her daughter, my wife.  Good and bad times the foundation or our relationship.  For a few moments she has the glimmer in her eyes and a laughter in her voice as we reminisce of what we shared. 

She won’t remember I was there, the moment I close the door, but I pray she holds, if only for another moment, the joy of what we had, so many years ago.

Love you Momma.