What if These Walls Could Talk and Knuckles the Cat Channeled Grandmom's Spirit?
Is clairvoyance exclusive to humans?
It didn’t dawn on me until after mom and I left Philadelphia eight years ago.
We barely spoke to each other on the uneventful plane ride each way to and from California. Neither of us morning people — Mom, only half tolerable after demanding a wheelchair at the airport curb so she wouldn’t have to walk. Much too early for attitude.
There was nothing wrong with her legs. Her mind? Maybe. Then again, we boarded first, so there’s that. The flight left at 6:00 am. It was dark thirty when we picked her up on the way to the airport.
Chipper as usual, no matter the time of day or night, my hubby asked, “are you excited about going home?”
“No.”
Her contorted expression in the rearview mirror confirmed she wasn’t lying. We were only going to be there one week, yet we both packed like we were moving for a month — clothing for every weather condition except snow.
The lug of heavy baggage is always a burden — physical and/or emotional. I wasn’t crazy about the idea of traveling with mom or spending seven days straight with her.
