*grin*
I call her that because I’m not married to her son, I love her as a mother, and I’ll do whatever I need to in order to make her life a little easier while she is here. She’ll be going back to Boston the first week in April, and she is 83. I have no idea when I’ll see her again, if ever.
So I give her what I can while she’s here.
My own mother died far too young, so I’m borrowing my friend’s!
That’s got to be difficult. We have relatives in that age range, and sometime it alarms me to talk with them on the phone. They just don’t sound as hale and hearty as they used to. OTOH, on my side they’re setting new records for longevity.