Waves and Weeds and Fences

I have missed my mother so much this week.  Given my theory about grief coming in waves....well, I guess I've had a wave.  Ernie and I are terribly concerned about a friend we love very much and all I wanted to do was call my mother and tell her all about it and hear her say, "oh honey" to me.  Those are the things I miss----the way she'd delightedly say hello when I called her and the way she'd say, "oh honey" whenever I was sad.

The boys went to start savings accounts yesterday and they were very excited about it.  If my mom had been there I know Ernie would have driven the boys over so they could show her their little passbooks.  And I came home to our new fence yesterday.  I'm very excited.  The front bed is totally overgrown and weedy and I've just been uninspired.  With the fence beyond it looks like a totally different animal though!  Now I can't wait to get in there (or  make Ernie get in there) and start moving things around...  But most of all I want to tell my mother all about it and then have Ernie go pick her up and bring her back so she could sit in the front yard with us and have a glass of wine and admire it.

The other day I stared at the front walkway trying to figure out why we had the brick edging about six inches out from it----giving the weeds a lovely place to fill in.  Then it came to me that we'd done that so it was wide enough for the wheelchair.  See how quickly things you take for granted slip away?

Then again, I know it was time for her to go.  I read of my friend's struggles and worries with their aging parents and as much as I miss her and my father I'm glad the pain of watching them fail is over.  And I made sure the boys knew how proud Judi, my mother (and my Grandfather Nelson) would be of their savings accounts.  My father's side of the family----ehhh...we're not quite as frugal!

And Ernie comforts me when I'm worried and sad and even my sweet, sweet Leo was suprisingly kind and enthusiastic about my fence.  So all is good.  All is good.