For me its always been the full moon. The night my mom died I walked out of the hospital outside Chicago, glanced up and there was the most beautiful full moon with the "man" in the moon smiling down. Immediately "he" transformed to "she" and so every month when I see a full moon it's my mom smiling down and sending an invisible hug. And six months later my mother-in-law died in Massachusetts....on a full moon night. And the moon's phases seem to drop a full moon for me at some very odd times....times when its really meant a lot. Once, flying out of O'Hare to go to Ireland, I glanced out my side window and the biggest full moon was smiling right back at me. Tears.....because flying to Europe was made possible by inheritance left by both our moms. And she appeared on our 50th anniversary while we were eating dinner....beaming right in through the dining room window.
Today Dave and I got our second COVID vaccines and walking away from the clinic I got very teary. I was a bit surprised at how emotional this needle-into-the-left-arm was for me. And I felt so very lucky....and I was wishing that everyone I love could get their vaccines NOW. Friends who are trying to find shots all over America. My "kids", their spouses.and four grandsons who are too young to qualify. I want America to reach herd immunity and I want to go back to at least most of my pre-COVID life. The sense of relief at having "found" our two shots was just huge.
Then, back home, it was 4:30 and time to take Fenway for his before dinner walk. He and I left the building, turned toward the lake to make our way along the sidewalk....snow melting on both sides. I happened to look up....and you guessed it....there she was.
How did she know? More tears......because I got my shots, because I miss my mom, because I'm really almost thankful she wasn't here to navigate this past year. Just tears.....
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