Here she is the little ole lady from Pasadena and does she like to travel.I have had the privilege of being her partner lately and it has been something else.This is her taking her car off the lawn where she had it parked because rain was in the forecast and she wanted the lawn watered and her car washed.Notice the back wheel.When she got out she laughed and said that little bit wouldn’t hurt.
I have been to the city with her three times in the last little bit and I think she is some sort of celebrity.Mom is a cancer survivor and she had her check ups last week.I am off work because of my knee replacement so I have been going with her.She had esophageal cancer and it was a hard and very long battle,but this will be her five year mark and I am so proud of her.Her husband Ward was battling colon cancer and we lost him in January so this is a very sweet victory after a devastating loss.I don’t know how this family would have survived if we had lost them both.Esophageal cancer is horrible as they have to remove your esophagus and replace it with part of your stomach.I haven’t heard of many people that do well after the surgery.It is a long recovery and she still has bouts of sickness and sometimes she gets depressed but over all she is doing well.The most important thing is the cancer is gone and only one more six month check up and then it will be once a year.When we get to any doctors office they all come out to meet her and there is hugs all around.People come out of their offices and you hear other people saying “Lorna is here.”Everybody loves Mom and wants to see her.
Sometimes I drive and she rides shotgun manning the radio or usually the cd player,and she plays it LOUD.I like most music but I sometimes wonder what people think when they pass us with this guy blaring….
He sings Irish music and she sings along in harmony.He tells jokes and Mom laughs.We pull up to the pool place for chlorine and some young guy starts looking at me like I am crazy when Mom went in the store.I should have hollered at him that he just missed the polkas.This is what she likes, pal, and I know it is loud but get over it.I am not sure why I didn’t turn down the volume,maybe it was so some teenager knows how it feels when you feel the earth move as they pull up beside you or my hearing was gone.
My sisters and I should have tried this years ago.It would have solved a lot of problems trying to sneak in after a night of toilet papering and driving around with a few brews.Instead of mom riding shotgun she could have been the designated driver.It would have saved her a lot of aggravation too.She could have drove us right past the police station just to scare us instead of threatening to call them.Back then the driver always got to man the radio and she probably would have on some gospel music to soothe the ride.We would be in the back seat laughing the gut busting laugh of Sunday service in our little church in Kilmanagh.She would give us the LOOK and we would try to stop laughing.Just so she wouldn’t be mad we would all start singing My Irish Eyes Are Smiling.She would be hollering for us to be quiet but if you listened real close you would hear her singing along—in harmony………………………