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Jeanne Schinto 8:30 a.m., May 19
She just hoped she wouldn't die alone but made sure to leave her door unlocked so someone, anyone would find her...
I wonder if there is a definition for the words "forgotten mother?" If not I was thinking to add to all the dictionaries of the world – your definition...and mine.
Sometimes I wonder if I am one of those mothers or heading in that direction.
I met a mother in her 80's who was upset she was hungry again that day as she was struck by poverty. Her son was building his second house somewhere but he never bothered to ask Mom if she was OK..
I met a mother in her 70's, she had three daughters whom she raised all alone but none of them gave her shelter in time of need.
Another “species” of ungrateful grown up children are the ones who do not invite their own mothers to their wedding ceremony just because the bride-to-be does not want them there...or else...
A mother was served Court papers by her own son, a restraining order signed by his future wife – a practical way to get rid of his dedicated and gentle Mom. Even the Judge asked the son if he was mistaken and if he was on the wrong side of the room being with that girl. He was just 19...That case was dismissed...but he still...forgot his Mom.
In one case I just could not understand why this certain Mom just detached herself totally from her son. I found out that she sold her house,car, neglected her spouse, everything... so the child could have a second chance to life: a heart transplant...in Paris. I met him at a party decades after his operation and I offered my condolences. He looked at me very surprised with question marks on his grin...Someone else added: “ your Mom...we regret her passing...”
The now grown and well-dressed son took a whole bottle of whiskey, went upstairs, locked himself in the closed and, in a fetal position, he started crying like a baby, held lovingly by ...no one. “I did not know, I did not know!!!!” Now it was too late to be held and loved.
We are getting so busy with little things as if they are so very important that we don't notice Mom's hair being different in the photos a relative happened to send us. We have all those up-to-date “communication devices” but Mom is not on our list of important numbers or any numbers.
If you read this then I am asking you to stop your busy schedule in the next hour (whatever that might be) sit down and...call your Mom and pray she might still be answering that phone..
She just hoped she wouldn't die alone but made sure to leave her door unlocked so someone, anyone who could find her...
Some neighbors found her in her bed, with the pictures of her children locked into the stiffness of regrets...
A definition for the term: FORGOTTEN MOTHER is in your hands now.