It was during a visit with my mother in December of 1998 that the circumstances of this next narrative is emanates from. That time of year when chances were there was snow on the ground and cold air reigned through the winter days.
Mum had been in the hospital for a few weeks when I had gotten home. Two days before Christmas the best gift arrived home at her apartment where she then resided. The gift was Mum's release from the hospital allowing her to come home for the holidays.
It certainly seemed like everything was coming together so well, for the first time in years it felt like the work I put into decorating the tree couldn't have been more beautiful than it was that year with a new feature that Mum was looking forward to seeing. At the time motion lights for christmas trees were not that common in Nova Scotia so I acquired a couple of sets from here in the city where I live given that they were readily available.
We spent a very nice quite and peaceful Christmas with each other. Mum was glad to be home and I was thankful that I would be company for her for the remainder of my visit.
Here in Canada the day after Christmas is considered a Holiday known as Boxing Day. Mum woke up that morning and it was evident that she was coming down with something, a cold or the flu. Within days of her getting worse I soon picked up what bug she had however it didn't hit me in the same way as her.
There were mornings we'd get up and look each other and say how pathetic it was that both of us were sick. On the day of my birthday I woke up coughing and that concerned me that it would go into my chest, not a pleasant thought with the knowledge that a return flight back here was imminent. I got up and went into Mum's bedroom and grabbed the .......... |