My mom had a stroke part 37: All the silent clubs.

Photo by Keith Luke on Unsplash

On Sunday — Mother’s Day — I saw my mom in person, and she barely opened her eyes at all. Brief moments only, and no real connection.

She’s not a fan of Mother’s Day, not since my brother died years ago. Yesterday, though, when I chatted with her via video, her eyes were wide open. She watched intently as I showed her the surprise finish to the Kentucky Derby.

--

--

--

Writer of humorous science fiction, preventer of doomsday at the hands of Aunty Ida, and cozy mystery author. Check out my books: http://goo.gl/mGO2Gp

Love podcasts or audiobooks? Learn on the go with our new app.

Recommended from Medium

Diff Time, Diff World, Probably Same People

The Honor in Grief

One Time Life Insurance Payment

My mother had a stroke part 5: Drowning

Grief, Miscarriage & Congress

The day my childhood bedroom turned into a crime scene.

I Hate My Mother

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store
Isa-Lee Wolf

Isa-Lee Wolf

Writer of humorous science fiction, preventer of doomsday at the hands of Aunty Ida, and cozy mystery author. Check out my books: http://goo.gl/mGO2Gp

More from Medium

ERNIE AND ERNESTINA: Searching

My first sip, the bitter one

ERNIE AND ERNESTINA: Searching