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I miss my mother’s vibrancy.  She always seemed so ALIVE.  She laughed and cried freely and when she was mad, you felt it — even if she didn’t say a word.  (Especially if she didn’t say a word.)  And she was sort of like the Energizer Bunny — always going, always doing.  

Her middle name was Gene.  Dad used to say the G really stood for “go.”   Someone would call and say, “Billie, do you want to go _____.”   My normal response is to assess all the things on my to do list and renegotiate for a different day, but Mom would just say, “What time are you leaving? ….  Oh, sure, I think I can do that!”  And off she’d go.  Note that the invitation could be to go down town, or to go on a road trip.  She went to music clubs and tatoo parlours.  The only invitation she consistently declined was for a trip to the snake farm.  Her fear or hatred of snakes was stronger than her curiosity about the type of people who would work and visit there.

A number of years ago, before the Alzheimer’s took over, we were floating around the pool with some of her friends and Ida said, “Hey, there’s a meteor shower tonight.  Wanna go?”   Dot and Mom both said yes.  I had my sights on sleeping (they weren’t even going to leave until after midnight) but she was so excited about the adventure, I couldn’t say no.   When someone else at the pool asked, aren’t you afraid of going out into the country by yourselves, my mom said, “No, Dot’s got a gun.”  I thought it was funny and went home to take a nap. 

Mom woke me up around midnight (she apparently didn’t need to sleep) and we crawled into Dot’s car.  (OK I crawled, mom all but hopped.)  Off we went to look for meteors.  We found a quiet spot in the middle of nowhere, miles from the city lights that would have dimmed the view, pulled out blankets to lie on, Dot pulled out her gun and we watched.  They were fine.  I was a bit nervous.  Somehow being around an armed 80 some odd year old woman….  I just hoped she didn’t feel the need to use it.  We lay there awhile, watching the sky.  They giggled like school girls, telling jokes and funny stories.  The fact that we only saw 3 or 4 meteorites didn’t seem to bother them much.  They filled out the sighting list, noting that we’d also gotten to look up at the stars and had seen a w a few satellites and a couple of bats.  We’d had an adventure.  What else can you ask for?  (I suppose, “nothing got shot” was icing on the cake.) 

Now, her vibrancy is gone.  It bubbles up every once in a while, but mostly she sits in her chair and naps.  Her “Yes!” in response to the question, “Mom, ya wanna go/do ___________” has turned into a “No.”  Her adventures now are just memories, and even those are fading.


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