Mom is in good shape! She’s 83 now. And look at who is peeking out between us – the Virgin Mary.
A couple days ago Mom sat at the dinner table with me, keeping me company while I ate a sandwich. She started crying.
“Momi, why are you crying?” I asked.
“I still remember you as a tiny baby.” I was a preemie. “I know I’m going to have to leave you someday and I don’t want to.”