My 86-year-old mother drove to Houston and back this week. By herself.
Against my wishes. Against her doctors wishes. Against what her co-workers had to say. My brother and her sister told her to do it. That she’d be fine. I want to tell them, Just because she can doesn’t mean she should.
It makes me angry because neither of them are here. If they were, I think they would’ve voted differently. Hell, the kid next door doesn’t ask her for rides any more because her driving scares him. The one mile drive to the school.
Last night at dinner I told her that I was glad that everything went well and that she had a good visit. We were standing up from then table when she said, “Good. Now I can drive to Michigan.”
I’m pretty sure she was jerking my chain. Pretty sure.