(Written on a 7:05 am flight to St. Louis)
I got a call a 4:55 this morning. “Mouse, it’s Daddy. Momma’s in the hospital.”
Whose momma? Not mine, the non-stop force of nature who is always in control. Not my momma, who could see right through my childhood tricks and whip me back into shape with a single glance. Not my momma, she’s invincible.
But it is my momma. She, like the rest of us, is human, and the body sometimes calls foul before the mind does. In her case, it’s a little of both. Her blood pressure is sky-high, and there is bleeding on the brain.
To say I’m scared is an understatement. My mind is wandering to situations and scenarios that I am unprepared to face.
I cut my business trip short, and I’m on my way home.
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