Moms and their Family

Yesterday was Valentine's Day and today is Family Day.  Sometimes family members are not always able to be there when you want or need them to be.  Recently I was upset with my brother but today it's all good. He really does have a good heart.

Last night Mom and I were sitting around half watching TV when my brother called.  He lives in the same city as we do and sometimes he struggles with his own challenges and limitations, he is not working, he needs back surgery, doesn't have a vehicle, and sometime he gets busy with his own life and forgets to come by and visit.

Just before 9pm, the phone rang and it was my brother calling to wish Mom a happy valentine's day and say that he loves her.  She could not hear him properly, She did not really know it was him.  She could not remember which son he was - she thought it was her other son in Sarnia.  Today upon reflection, I think the thought was so nice.

Moms are special; once a mom always a Mom and they will always care about their children.  No matter what.

Mom:  who is this?
My Bro:  it's me mom, Albert
Mom:  who?
Moi:  it's Albert, your son, Al
Mom:  oh, how are you - what are you doing?
My Bro:  I'm just calling to say Happy Valentine's Day Mom
Mom:  happy what ...
My Bro:   Happy Valentine's Day
Moi:  Happy Valentine's Day
Mom:  Is it Valentine's Day
Moi:  yes Mom
My Bro -  I love you Mom
Mom:  you what?
My Bro:  It's Al Mom, I'm just calling to say Happy Valentine's Day and I love you.
Mom;  Are you still living in Sarnia?
My Bro:  No, Mom I'm Al, Roger lives in Sarnia
Mom:  oh, when did you move?
Moi:   it's Al Mom, he lives here
Mom:   oh,
My Bro:  ok, mom, I'm going to let you go
Mom -  ok, be good
My Bro:  I'm always good Mom - I'm not in jail, yet
Mom:   jail ... what did you do?
My Bro:  It's Ok Mom, everything is ok, I'm always good
Mom:  you think so?  Be good ...
Moi:  Say bye now Mom
Mom:   Ok, be good.  Bye
 
  

Music is like medicine

Music is like medicine to people with dementia.  Mom and I went to a celebration party with some friends; there were two fine fiddlers, a few awesome guitars, excellent home-made food and good friends present.  It made us remember how much we miss the good old days.

When we were young, music played a huge part in our family and our life.  My father played the fiddle, my brothers played the guitar, and the girls would dance (with the dog) and we'd have dance contests.  It was so good for the family and it brought back some fine memories.  

Old-time fiddle music was a daily occurrence in our home and now that my Dad is gone, we don't hear it anymore.  It was so wonderful to see mom enjoying herself,  She was clapping her hands (not missing one beat) and toe tapping to the time of the music and we even got up to shake a leg (while holding both my hands) and jig abit.  We had a wonderful time and it really did us both a ton of good.

Mom played piano when she was a child; she had her grade 8 in music.  There is something about a beat ... almost like the heart beat.

Awesome day.

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Mom and I are there, clapping.  She has her mitts on.  LOL