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Life is short and fleeting. We get hung up on the small things so often we can lose site of the big picture.
My mom is one of my greatest teachers. Her constant worry of a fabricated future where everything is going to go wrong, questioning every move, “How will we find our way to the hotel?” She asks.
“Google Maps”
“How much was the hotel room” she asks as if the cost would be too expensive to afford.
“Free. They gave it to me when I told them I wanted to take you to Arizona to see your high school friend and your sister.”
It’s an endless stream of insanity, sprinkled with humor, blended with a lifetime of trauma, loss, and worry.
“Try not to worry mama. I got you. All you need to do is enjoy the ride.”
And all the stars align. From the kind airline assistant Michael who got her from the gate at the airport all the way to our rental car pushing her in a wheelchair hollering out “beep-beep! Queen coming through! Vrooommm! Beep beep! The queen has arrived! (You can’t make this shit up) - to the many special times spent with her sister and dear friend Lorraine.
It’s a simple reminder that matter means little compared to memories. You can’t take matter, money, or things when you depart this life… but the memories, those last forever.