Retirement is a week filled with Saturdays and Sundays interrupted only occasionally by a holiday.

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Wednesday, December 20, 2006

My Nightmare…

Yesterday I took my mom for yet another doctor’s appointment. When we were getting out of the parking structure elevator, a very nice middle-aged gentleman let us exit first and then commented that he’d never seen a mother and daughter who so closely resembled each other. My mom, of course, was thrilled and even giggled…what 85-year-old woman wouldn’t like being compared to her 50+ year old daughter. I, on the other hand, was horrified. Sure…I stand in front of my bathroom mirror each morning wondering where that once 20-year-old face is that used to stare back at me. And sometimes what looks back at me often does remind me of my mom. But to hear it from a stranger…now that’s downright frightening. Could it possibly be true…have I really become my mother?!?!?!

2 comments:

only oldest said...

you don't look like mom in any way, shape or form. You still have the same face and knees you had as a child and we all know I remember the child. Heck, I look more like mom than you do because I look like mine according to you guys and Frank.

Anonymous said...

librarywurm said....


Wow! So this is what retirment does to one. Time to really LOOK into a mirror, without thinking that one of these days you'll buy some windex so you can see through the water spots, but not today as you're already late for work....not that tomorrow will make any difference.