The day after I walked with a friend
and lamented about
my journey of letting go of
how I wish my mother would love me 
and accepting how she does, 
she had an up day. 

Her brain was back. 
She was full of vitality 
and questions. 
She wanted to know about her pills, 
why she woke feeling nauseated 
and what she could do about it. 
She asked her caregiver where she lived 
and enjoyed hearing about the birds she saw that morning.

She wanted to know about me.
How was I settling into Vernon? 
How did the sale and purchase of homes go? 
Did I want any of her furniture?

When I drove her home after a visit to our new place, 
she smiled and said,
“All the time I drove on this street, I never dreamed 
you would be living here.” 

She loved me 
the way I love to be loved.
And now I have to change the story 
I tell myself. 

You remember us, O Beloved, as we journey through life;
help us to live the Mystery.
—Psalm 106:4, Nan C Merrill, Psalms for Praying

Credits and References: 
Scenery around Rattlesnake Point, Kalamalka Lake Provincial Park, Vernon, BC by Adam Jones. Used with permission. 
The Story Isn’t Over by Esther Hizsa, 2025
Easter with Mom by Fred Hizsa

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