Time

My mom once again had an eyelash in her eye that instead of flowing outward with her other beautiful lashes, it was flowing downward into her eye. I sat on the sofa and she laid her head in my lap as I began to play doctor. (Thank you Discovery Health for all you taught me, I'm pretty confident in my skills now to deliver a baby, even via c-section, how to turn around a breech baby, and how to do lipo. I miss you. I can't believe you let Oprah take you over.)

But back to the story, with the precision of a surgeon I searched for the rogue eyelash or eyelashes as I held a flashlight to give me more light. Eureka! I found it. I fought the wayward one though its whiteness made it difficult to catch for a moment. But catch it, I did. As I was making sure there were no more, I noticed just how many white lashes were mixed in with the black ones. And the skin just millimeters away had lines and creases in it. It wasn't as tight as it once was.


Time waits for no man
Season come and go



My mom is getting older. Her seasons seem to becoming faster and faster. Though if you ask her she says she asks God to let her live to be 103. 103. Another 39 years of Heather's LJ walking this earth? I could handle that. Happily.