Different Just Means Different

Another rendition of
a favorite painting!

I sent a link to my blog post to a friend of

mine, and he replied with a very sweet note, saying in part, "different just means different."

Sammy should
be graduating.

I have taken those words to heart, and they have caused a huge wave of comfort to settle inside there. I know my choir will never be able to gather and sing like we used to, I know we will never be able to go to Keeneland and UK ball games and squeezed together like a bunch of sardines and cheer for whomever oh, I know my family will never gather around my apartment and sing and play like we used to, either.

A lot of that has to do with my family, a lot of that has to do with me, but a whole hell of a lot of that has to do with this Damned coronavirus which is crippling the world.

Lol every photo I use now is a screenshot.
At any rate, this is my Aunt Linda,
who is my favorite aunt and also
 was the very nicest to me, always.

Happy Mother's Day, Aunt Linda!

I can do things differently, I can adjust my life, I have done it before and I can do it again. I can follow the advice that people smarter than me have said and cover my mouth, cover myself, stay away from folks, socially distance properly, stay home and don't go out to restaurants and bars, not visit with my friends and not go to church.

Tomorrow is one of the most dreaded days of the year for me, Mother's Day. My mother passed away in 1988, my sister passed away in 1991 and as a mother myself, my son stopped sending me Mother's Day cards the minute he graduated from high school.

I will not hear from him tomorrow, although usually around 8:30 or 9 at night, if he is the least bit inclined, he will send me a short text telling me happy Mother's Day I love you.

That is all I really want, to tell you the truth. I just want to know that my precious son still loves me.

I don't know about you guys, but I have Pandemic fatigue, if there be such a beast. Or if that Beast has a name LOL.

My gorgeous and oldest
sister Becky. She died in 1991
and I miss her every day,
especially Mom's Day!

I am very tired, I have asked a few people for a favor which is to go pick up my prescriptions for me, and one of them said they would and could. That's important to remember: not everybody can help me, after all.

If your mother is still alive, I hope you pick up the phone and call her and tell her how much you love her, tonight or tomorrow or the next day. It is an important thing to do, I wish I had done it more before Pearl passed away, and I hope it happens to me.
Peace, love, and scallops,
Kimmy