Saturday, December 21, 2019

December 21, 2019 My Final Visit

As my visits always are, I did a surprise visit to see mom, as I was visiting my sister that same weekend. 

And as was often the case, when either I'd call or show up, mom would say she was just thinking of me. In this case, as I walked in, she was getting off the phone leaving a voicemail for me.

The visit was pleasant enough, and I stayed longer than anticipated. 

I brought a bag of different teas, some cookies, and a tub of coconut body butter for her, thinking it'd all perk her up.

The downside to her usual countenance always was that it was hard to tell if she was enjoying herself or not, as she always looked sad or had a look of silent resignation on her face.

She admitted she was fighting off some bug, but wasn't evident to me.

As always, I was guarded with what I said to her, nothing about anyone we're related to, and I was always mindful not to be too happy with sharing details of the Maharajah, or our travels, or his family, because anything could be used against me behind my back to others.

That being said, it wasn't an unpleasant visit.