04/12/2024
I drove back to Ontario from Nova Scotia after having made the journey less than two weeks prior for the Cottage Life Show. On the first day of my previous trip, Mom had a stroke. (You may recall my mom from such posts as “Mom Visits Me in Muskoka and Won’t Stop Cleaning the House”, or the sequel, “Mom Visits Me In Nova Scotia and Won’t Stop Cleaning the House”.) Like the Energizer Bunny or Timex watch, she keeps on ticking!
She is now in rehab and with the assistance of the great staff at Hamilton General, Mom is preparing for her return to the retirement home (or as Bunny calls it the villa-over-the-hilla) where she can bitch about the food, or, that there’s too many old people. She herself turns 97 this year.
Mom is a lucky lady, for someone from our family visits her every day, both morning and afternoon. Sometimes she is sleeping and you get to watch the hookers on the street below. (You gotta love the Hammer). Mostly she is sitting up chatting, telling you that she’s irritated by the person in the bed next to her, a sure sign that normal is returning. When she speaks she can sound a little like Carol Burnette in “Palm Royale” coming out of a coma, but when she gets mad at you, she is clear as a bell! So, I’ve made it my duty to p**s her off once a day.
Mom’s section of the room is decorated with drawings from great, great grandchildren and a Blue Jays schedule, for nothing makes her happier than watching baseball. Between the Masters and baseball, this weekend she is livin’ the dream!
Yesterday was my birthday. A monumental one that sent me into the next decade. My niece Kristen brought in a cake which we shared with Mom’s roommate and the nurses. It was bittersweet. The moment, not the cake. When I left Mom for dinner at my niece Sarah's, I knew she was a happy camper. Tiger was up.
I expected dinner to be just a simple dinner. Instead, it was a gathering of my Hamilton family to celebrate my milestone event. In addition to a variety of at least eight delicious pizzas, as I had already enjoyed cake back at the hospital, instead I was presented with a plate of cannoli. At that moment, enthusiastically assisted with blowing out of my candles by the shortest people in the room, I was able to experience the joy Mom must feel every day knowing she is part of this loving multi-generational family. This is life.