Breaking Links

[mama_kestrel]

This is, essentially, a brief whimper of grief in a safe place, that being defined as one neither Mom nor her friends will ever see.

For all our differences - and they are many - Mom has always been a brilliant, intelligent woman. I did not crawl out from under a rock. That makes watching her lose the ability to make logical connections that much harder. Today was one of those days.

The community Seder was this evening; we were expecting 50 people, and I had promised to make carrot tzimmis. (Sweet root vegetable and dried fruit stew.) Twelve pounds each of carrots and sweet potatoes, plus dried apricots and prunes, orange juice, lemon juice, honey and assorted spices. It’s a lot of work.

Mom remembered that I needed to make tzimmis for 50 for today. She remembered that I needed to make tzimmis for the Seder.

She did not make the connection between those to realize that the Seder was today. When I came to start getting her ready, it was a complete surprise.

Ow.

Comments

OH, wow. ACHINGLY sad

[dialecticdreamer]

I can share hugs if you need them.

Positive thoughts heading your way. I just wish that I could do more.

Re: OH, wow. ACHINGLY sad

[mama_kestrel]

Hugs gratefully accepted. And no one can do more. That’s part of what hurts - that there’s nothing anyone can do.

[callibr8]

Owwww, indeed.

*hug offered*

[mama_kestrel]

Hug gratefully accepted. Thanks.