Friday, September 3, 2010
In my neighborhood,there is a set of twins. Little girls who are utterly precious and are always at Beechwood. I love them. They are about eighteen months old. The other day I was watching them, and waiting for Meg to meet me. Meg is my twin sister, and , yes, we're roommates. Or "wombmates", as we jokingly call each other. On the one the one hand, both of us find it slightly ridiculous and a little embarrassing to be living with each other at our age, and on the other....we just have this bond. I look at these twins. And I remembered that my mom had had to order a special carriage from London that was built so we could face each other, because we always had to either face each other or touch each other or we would be inconsolable. I love my twin.
Over the past few weeks, there has been a family crisis with my younger sister in Birmingham. My dad is there, and I know how overwhelmed he is. This particular crisis has been a long time coming, but....I wish with all my heart that I could be there. But you know what I really want? My mom. My mom died right before I got hurt, and it has been a recurring theme in my life since then- I don't think I realized how much I could miss her. I think of the time , the last time she came over actually, when I had the flu, and she cleaned and made me jello. I looked at her and realized how happy it made her. And it made me happy. Because we both knew on some level that we wouldn't have a lot of moments like that. And ,well. I miss my mom.