Tuesday, April 12, 2016 

Mom was always telling what “they” say. She would drive me nuts. It would go like this:

They say it’s going to get cold tonight. Bring a sweater with you.

Mom, it’s 90 degrees out there. I am not carrying a sweater.

But if you go into an air-conditioned place, you’ll get sick.

I won’t get sick. I just get sick of carrying my damned sweater around.

Tonight as I was helping mom with the nebulizer, I held her in my arms and kissed her head. I didn’t want to believe this current problem would take her from me. I cried and tried to hide my tears. As I was holding her, she pulled away and looked up at me and said, “You can’t trust what they say.” I laughed and said, “You’re right, mom. You can’t trust them at all!”