We All Gotta Go Sometime
You may or may not have noticed that I haven't been at my morning show position the last couple of days.
As I write this, I am on day 5 of watching my mother pass. It's one of those things you never want to have to do and at the same time would never want to miss.
My mom is 89 and has suffered from dementia for the past 10 years. She never lost her spunk or sense of humor. One of the nurses here said that awhile back she escorted my mom to the dentist. In the waiting room there was a People magazine with a picture of Katy Perry showing a lot of cleavage. My mom commented that the picture was of her in high school and how did that magazine get a hold of it?
Sitting here waiting for days, I should probably explain, my mom is 5 feet of stubborn Irish. So, she'll go when she's good and ready.
Anyway, it's been a time to reflect on things. What matters and what doesn't. It's a shame we have to waste so much of our time here, just surviving. No one ever said on their deathbed "I wish I would have worked more".
When you hear me on the morning show again, you'll know mom has left the planet and most likely has resumed driving my dad crazy again.