Saying good bye at the airport. We both are best friends we talk to eachother everyday on the phone several times a day. We may live thousand of miles apart but we are both inseperateable by the telephone. Thank goodness for cell phones.We are like two best friends that didn't get a long when we live with eachother, (mostly because of me.) But when we live in two different homes we are best friends. I sure love this woman.
I know she was doing her best not to cry. We both were. I am more like my Dad in the since that very few people have ever really seen me cry. I am very private about that. I know my Mother was balling as we separated and she went into security but what she doesn't know is that the moment I turn away from her face to say good bye I cry just like her. Thats the joy of have parents with two opposite jeans. I am really strong with no emotion at times, but away in secret I am my mothers daughter emotional as ever. But I do it mostly in secret, kinda like her I guess. People tell me I have a mixture of both of my parents in me. It's quite the mixture. Let me tell you, I know. But I am very greatful for it.
Oh and before my Mother was carrying her laptop bag( which is very heavy), her purse, and a blanket. It killed her shoulders. So on the way Home I came up with this invention for her, not really an invention, but to her it was a genious idea. She didn't even have to carry her purse this way. Just pull the bag on wheel. I already miss you dearly Mom. But it's nice to know you are only a phone call away.
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