Courage, sacrifice, determination, commitment, toughness, heart, talent, guts.
That’s what little girls are made of; the heck with sugar and spice. – Bethany Hamilton
Cleaning my desk top, I came across these notes.
My Mom finally - eventually - died
- passed away -
[eight] years ago today and I find myself somewhat incredulous. A little lost still.
Talk about your great, unsung endurance athletes.
Here's the note.
Mom kicked our asses yesterday, both the wife's & mine.
First lunch, then Wal-Mart, then Publix.
You know those old, medicated ladies cruising around the supermarket, like Stevie Wonder in the peloton at the Tour de France.
Hello, it's Saturday afternoon, just a little crowded.
No matter.
We drive 250-miles just to look at her. Like some mythical creature you thought had gone extinct.
She has a foot in a medical boot, a knee in a brace, uses a walker.
Completely arthritic over half a century.
And she just had something very scary removed from her chin.
Eleven stitches!
Looks like sewing done with darning needles and macrame.
Do you have any idea just how big a Wal-Mart is?
Next day wife stays in bed.
After my workout, I mount my recliner.
And sigh.
Awakened by the phone.
Mom.
She had a great time, so much fun.
"I can hardly wait for next weekend, honey."
“It was very nice, thank you. We won’t be back.”