There wasn't much unusual about my visit with my
mother today. I had gone over to drop off her laundry, which I washed last
night. I settled in as usual and talked about our upcoming trip to Boston.
"You're going to Boston?" she cried, though we have discussed this
every day for the last two weeks.
She followed that with her usual question when she knows I
will be out of Davis for a few days. "What should I do if I die when you're
gone?" She's very concerned that she knows what is supposed to happen when she
dies and if I'm not here, obviously she can't die because she doesn't know what's supposed
to happen and she wants to make sure "things" are taken care of.
It was an hour and a half discussion about her death and
its aftermath, but the difference between today and other such discussions (which we have
often) is that I guess my head was in the right place today because I was able to make a
joke about it just about every time.
"If you feel you're going to die and I'm not here,
just run down the hall waving your arms and screaming 'I'm dying! I'm dying!' and somebody
will notice you," I told her. She laughed a lot and told me that was a good
one.
I usually tell her she won't have to do anything
because the housekeeper will find her on house cleaning day so she wouldn't lie there all
that long.
I also tell her that I've made arrangements with the head
chef and he will just hang her in the meat locker in the Atria kitchen until I get home.
Then she wants to know what is going to happen with all her
stuff when she dies. I told her today we were going to throw it all in the box with
her body and have it cremated with her.
I was surprised when I left Atria to discover I'd been
there an hour and a half (a typical visit is an hour). We really had talked about
very little else but her death, living to hunnert, how she'd like to live to hunnert, how
her husband is waiting for her, how she's the oldest one left in the family, and what will
she do if she dies when I'm in Boston. But we had gone over those topics many times
and I was able to make things sound so ridiculous that we had a really good laugh for a
long time.
That felt good.
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