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Time Slowly Moves On
Yesterday is just history
Warning, this is not going to be a lighthearted article, about a high school girlfriend, me riding a death machine of a riding lawn mower, or even a good pet story.
Quite the opposite
I had not advanced the clock in my living room by an hour to “Daily Savings Time.” This particular clock was still one hour behind time and I am way too OCD for that.
As I got closer to the clock I saw the above-enclosed picture of my Mom, (R.I.P.), propped up beside the clock. This particular picture was taken after I had taken my Mom out of her nursing home to go get her some ice cream and a ride in my car (pre-COVID). She was quite the sport and she did love ice cream.
That day made me feel so good
Our parents raised us, took care of us, and provided for us. However, back then, in her nursing home, it was my time to take care of her, provide for her, and be a parent for my parents. It was a time in my life when I was challenged with “raising my parents.”
One of the worst days of my life (tongue in cheek)
My parents asked me to take them to their final resting place. Unbeknownst to me, I was to take them to the graveyard so they could choose…