probably my favorite photograph of mom and me to date, circa 1967 (she looks SO happy)
had a nice chat with mom today. she'd been giving me those cursory guilt ridden phone messages for weeks now, so i finally caved in and rang her up. for those who don't know me that well, i HAAAAAATE phones. with a PASSiON.....always have, and probably always will. it doesn't matter how close i am to a person, i just loathe putting that fucking contraption next to my face.
but, today was different.
for whatever reason, mom and i got on the subject of death. normally, that would be the furthest from our thoughts, as we're both pretty laid back, and we're constantly joking with each other - something i've always cherished about our relationship.
we spoke candidly about funerals and wakes we had attended and how uncomfortable we felt....whether we should touch the deceased while we're saying our good-byes, etc. i'm amazed how much my mom's teaching me at this point in our lives. i've learned much more, i'd say, than in my formative years.
but, even with all this talk of death and dying, we managed to laugh. i told her i'd be the one bawling my eyes out and jumping on her casket as it makes its decent...screaming at the top of my lungs....'NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'
actually, i think she was half laughing, half crying....but, i'm still glad i said it.