@missusatomba

I wasn’t always friends with my mom… But my grandmother put us together. It was the last Good Friday we got to spend with her. We’d flown to Indianapolis to be with her in the hospital. My aunt needed a break before all the family came. So my mom and I went to the hospital. It was like the fog of dementia rolled back and we had my grandmother again. We laughed, talked, read magazines, ate lunch, and just goofed around. At one point my mom did something and almost broke the hospital bed. But there was a moment where she looked at the two of us sitting there and had a big smile on her face. Later after she passed my mom and I agreed it was a look that said “ok, they’ve got each other, they’ll get along without me.” Because the day my grandmother was leaving after I’d been born in a panic my mom said “you can’t leave me with her…she likes you, she doesn’t know me!” After my grandmother passed we got closer cause I think my mom needed a friend that knew her as well, and I did too. The greatest thing that happened to me was my grandmother reintroducing me to my mom and putting me with one of my best friends. It was and always will be a really Good Friday.