My mom is moving back to
Paul flew up yesterday morning and rented the Uhaul—Carl and Paul an Mark A packed the truck. I figured there was not much for me to do and I had the afternoon off and we had planned to go to the movies—which we did. Half way through the move my cell began to sound but I did not hear the phone. I had four calls backed up when the movie was over. This was the summons to the last supper, the final meal with mom. I called and Dianne and drove over to Carl’s where everyone was talking and I guess waiting for us. We agreed to have dinner at the Chinese Buffet on 45th and State. Amazingly this was a pretty good call. I would have to wager the Chinese Buffet is one of the best buffets in
Carl dropped mom off a bout twenty minutes and sprinted for the door with the promise to return when mom called. We had a great discussion, visit last interlude. Ice water was offered and accepted. Mom was still stuffed from dinner. We talked a lot about the farm and experiences we all remembered: Tree houses and furnaces and pot belied stoves; cat’s legs amputated by the harsh mowing machine and a father which seemed to work way too much. What first seemed to be a panic filled evening turned out to be a nice piece of time, maybe one of the last pieces of time we will share together. Carl returned when summoned and we had a great visit with my little brother. Thanks again to Paul and all he has done with the relocation of mom.
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