Mom-Mom

I spoke to her one month ago today, on her 98th Birthday.

She was in good spirits. She said she had a wonderful day. She couldn’t believe how many people told her Happy Birthday!

She ate lobster. She loved my flowers. She wanted to see me again. She told me about her roommate who sleeps all the time and she said, “Maybe that’s what I’ll start doing.”

This photo is from my last visit in February. She never got to see this photo.

Just like she didn’t get to see me graduate college, or get married, or whatever else I end up doing from this point on.