Sunday

Its almost four in the afternoon and I have been trying to get hold of my mom all day long. I hope she was at church and then maybe over to one of the brother or sisters for lunch…I hope. When you mom is in her late nineties each time I call and there is no answer I cannot help but think the worse: that mom is in the hospital or worse dead. Things see to progress quickly when a death occurs but I feebly think I would be notified one way or the other if the Dark Shadow swept down took mom “home”. But I have thought I was in the loop before but was not. I am not trying to be a jerk either it’s just a fact that sometimes I get left out of things. So I have to be proactive if I want to be included.

My brother lives just a few blocks away and my mother’s sister lives a couple of miles away and if they heard the worse I am certain they would notify me one way or the other. But what if the worse happened, what if mom’s journey was done, her final rest? As side from trying to figure whether to go to Boise or wait till mom comes here to Santaquin—where she is to be laid to her rest. That’s a no brainer—so I guess I’ll find out one way or the other.

Its been a quiet holiday so far. Anakah just took off from spending the night—I have been able to do a few chores round the house and I think I am going to prepare a pizza for dinner. Dianne has come down with something, seems to have some flu-like qualities. I hope it is not anything too serious. Maybe I will be spared.