I'm gonna rip your bloody arms off unc.
Ode to Mother...
A young girl in the Great Depression..had hardships. Got into an abusive amrriage and was eventually left to support five children, no money, no welfare, nothing.
This old biddy just worked flat out- sewing clothes, d 2 d selling food blenders, taking family photos, just anything. She's never been given a penny by anyone. AT age 68 she went to college and became a travel agent and opened her own shop. She sold it at a tidy profit at age 84.
A muck-up at the hospital 6 months after she retired kept her there for 5 months. At one stage a doctor told me that it would be best to take her off life-support but I told him to get rooted. He had no idea how tough she is.
Since then we joined a Buddhist/Zen type Japanese church and late2004 visted their headquarters in Japan for 10 days. Acouple of months later we went to Calcutta in India and found her mother's grave. It was destroyed except for the headstone so we had the grave re-built. She wants her ashes to be there with her Mum's. She was 2 when her Mum died there in 1919.
I moved in with me Mum 14 years ago when everything was looking really black. It was only to be for a couple of months but I'm still here. It's a beautiful home in a bush setting - heaps of wild life. Mum just loves it.
Boxing Day she mixed up the taps in the shower and spent a month in the Burns Ward and again the doctors feared the worst but they just understand this old-type stamina.
Every morning she wakes up bright and happy. Which annoys me because it means that I can't complain about anything.
