My mom has decided that she is going to die soon. She spends a lot of her time reviewing life and trying to tie up various issues with pretty red bows. She needs to know that I will be ok when she is gone.
I have been her focus since my first divorce and she keeps saying that it isn’t her time to go until she knows I am ok. So, for her, it’s not the end until she knows that a happy ending exists.
She does not want me to live my life alone, so she brings up various men who have been in my life to check their status updates. She even asked about my date with Mr Post – it. The question seemed so odd and out-of-place, but somehow, in her motherly way, she knew that I liked him. The rest remains unsaid. She sensed she should not ask; tears seem to come easily.
She worries about her engagement ring given to her by my father. It needs to go to my daughter… Never the boys whose wives may leave them and then turn the diamond to dust.
I don’t know how to reassure her because I don’t know how my life will turn out. I want to reassure her that life will be good. I don’t know that I can. I have been trying to convince myself for years.