My daughter Sally (who is a royal pain in some ways) is like a Disney princess with animals. They come out of the woods and the ponds and gaze at her, sighing (I suppose), “We love you, Sally!” A turtle came out of the lake when we were fishing with the Cub Scouts and let her carry it all over, let the Cubs pet it, and then, she said, “Goodbye, little turtle,” and it swam off in the lake. Life is weird.
My father died three years ago from complications of Alzheimer’s Disease, but my mother is still kicking, trying to control everything around her ... just like me!
I’m so glad. I miss my mother desperately. It’s hard not to try to control when you know you know better than those around you. Isn’t it really just to keep things running smoothly?