My minutes are numbered that i will spend in what has been my home all of my life. My mothers house will be going on the market before the end of the month. Panic and anxiety happens only occasionally these days and i cant drive past the Park Ave exit without getting teary eyed. You know the strangest thing happened today. Actually not strange AT ALL. The clock in the family room has been acting catywhompas for more than a couple years. NEVER telling the right time. Never. An hour behind, fifteen minutes fast. Today we were signing papers with the Realtor, needing to know the time. I looked at the clock at the moment my brother looked at his phone and said its 2:43. I said to my brother, what did you say? I imagine you know where this is going. That clock was ON THE MINUTE. And for the rest of the time i was there, it kept the precise time. The door closes a little bit more on me each time Im there. I believe it was my mother, telling me it was ok, it is time. I love and miss you Momma. OM
Posted on: Sun, 06 Apr 2014 02:28:33 +0000
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