It was February 1991. I was in SUB at the U of A in the bookstore. I was looking at Valentines day cards and saw a really nice one I could buy my mom. At this point, I was so worn out caring for my mom, I barely wanted to buy her a card. So I put it back on the shelf and walked out. Something made me hesitate once I exited the store...I paused, thought about the $4.50 price tag as it was extra large and fancy...but then decided my mom was worth it. So I bought it and because she was living away...in Vegerville I believe, I mailed it. I wrote on there how special she was to me and how much I loved her..even though I didn’t really feel like it. She died suddenly and completely unexpectently on March 3rd of hyperthermia and I had not seen her again. I was 22 at the time.
That card was the last thing she ever got from me...and I was almost too cheap to buy and send it. After she died, it was found with her things...I don't think I could have cried more...sad that she was no longer here, and oh so grateful I spent $4.50.
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