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Friday, 18 July 2014

Dinner with Mom

By Mary Mack

Most days she was there, waiting for her sister, the moment I returned home from school. “Hi, Helen,” she’d say. “Ready to go swimming?”

“No, mom, we can’t go swimming. And it’s not Helen, it’s Mary, don’t you remember?”

She would simply nod, not certain of a response. But, today, she wasn’t there.

I knew all the numbers to the bars where dad would be so I kept dialing until I finally found him. “Mom’s not here,” I told him. “I think you should come home.”

But when he arrived, I had to convince him to call the police.

“She’ll be back,” is all he said.

I knew better so I took his Plymouth and began to search. I tried the mall, the library and even the park until I remembered. Besides wanting to go swimming with Helen, she would sometimes be waiting for Hoagy, my dad, to take her to dinner (which he never did).

By the time I reached the parking lot of the plant where he worked, it was dark. Rows and rows of cars were stretched out in front of me but I knew she was there, I could feel it, so I drove, ever so slowly, up and down each row, searching for my mother, until I found her, sitting in a car that looked something like the Plymouth, which is to say it was white and had four doors.

There she was, sitting in the passenger’s seat, coat, hat and scarf drawn closely. So closely she was sweating when I tapped on the window to get her attention. “Hi, mom,” I said softly. “What are you doing?"

“I’m waiting for Hoagy, he’s taking me to dinner.”

“Come on, mom, I’ll take you.”

It was the first and last time I ever took my mother to dinner, to McDonald’s for filet-o-fish sandwiches, and they were just fine.

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Posted by Ronni Bennett at 05:30 AM | Permalink | Email this post


Wonderfully written, loving and poignant. Thanks for sharing.

I was right there with you.
Good writing.

Thank you, both. Mary

Many of us read your story, Mary, but I wonder if they, like me, just can't find the "right words" to respond. I have never experienced anything like what happened in your story. I think it is good for us to know of struggles others go through. Thank you for sharing.

I had so little time with my mother writing about her keeps her in my heart. Thank you for reading.

Thanks for a sadly, descriptive story.

Many will be remembering similar personal tales.

Beautifully done!

Sad and touching. Thank you for sharing.

So, so moving! Short and to the point.

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