Sunday

I've worn the backspace key on my keyboard out. I've had about ten false starts with this entry. Not sure why, but every thing I've started has sounded shallow and trite.
Writing daily is a significant commitment but I want to write things that are engaging, poignant, and sometimes humorous. Sometimes I hit the mark and sometimes I'm lost out there in right field in the tall weeds. It would be easy to simply blow it off and say that I'll catch tomorrow, but my personality is such that if I let a day slide by, it would not be long before I would not be writing at all.
I went by to see my mom today and she looked so frail. She will be 83 her birthday next month. She doesn't get out much these days. She used to go to church each Sunday but it got to where she was exhausted for a couple days afterwards so now she sits in her chair and watches soap opera's and games shows on TV. Her eyes do light up when the great grand kids come to visit.
You want your parents to live forever but you know that won't happen. I lost my dad in 1986 when he was just 62 and there is not a day that goes by that I don't think of him.
I can't imagine my life without my mom but deep inside I know that there will come a time when she will move on and leave us all with an empty feeling that will be with us for the rest of our lives.