But first an explanation.
This Blog is supposed to be humorous. I share tales of my experiences as a Professional Passenger, but sometimes life gets in the way of humor. My mother, known as Mona in her comments here, had a stroke in November. She spent four weeks in a hospital and now she is in a nursing home. I don't know what the future holds for her. Things are better than a month ago, but that isn't saying a whole lot.
It seemed to me wrong, somehow to write about silly, trivial things while she suffered; while so many things were left unknown. If it weren't so sad, believe me, I could tell incompetent doctor stories of unbelievable stupidity that far surpass the craziest truck driver story. But I'm not.
I find myself feeling guilty for laughing or enjoying life while she can't. And yet Life goes on even in the midst of uncertainty. Life goes on even though my heart aches for my Mama whose body is here while her mind is lost. Life goes on even though all the right words never got said. The world just keeps turning, unaware.
So today I begin again with this silly blog and the day to day adventures of life on the road without my biggest fan being able to share in it.
This Blog is supposed to be humorous. I share tales of my experiences as a Professional Passenger, but sometimes life gets in the way of humor. My mother, known as Mona in her comments here, had a stroke in November. She spent four weeks in a hospital and now she is in a nursing home. I don't know what the future holds for her. Things are better than a month ago, but that isn't saying a whole lot.
It seemed to me wrong, somehow to write about silly, trivial things while she suffered; while so many things were left unknown. If it weren't so sad, believe me, I could tell incompetent doctor stories of unbelievable stupidity that far surpass the craziest truck driver story. But I'm not.
I find myself feeling guilty for laughing or enjoying life while she can't. And yet Life goes on even in the midst of uncertainty. Life goes on even though my heart aches for my Mama whose body is here while her mind is lost. Life goes on even though all the right words never got said. The world just keeps turning, unaware.
So today I begin again with this silly blog and the day to day adventures of life on the road without my biggest fan being able to share in it.
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