I Talked to My Mother Pt1

I went to Ohio for the day with friends to a Convention where I figured I might see my mother. What’s funny is, I was sitting up kind of high and spotted my sister. Out of 6, 776 people (as reported) I spotted my sister from the bleachers. Fred gave me his binoculars to be certain. Betty was skeptical but it was her. What I couldn’t understand was why on earth my sister wasn’t sitting with my mother. For a second I thought, is she dead? A sense of sadness but relief came over me.

I continued to listen to the speaker at the Convention but I also kept eying my sister. I saw someone next to her but it was a very light skinned red headed black woman with her hair in a bun. My sister spoke to her a few times but she never used sign language so I figured it wasn’t my mother. Had it been my sister and she would have signed together. Neither are Deaf but when trying to communicate during a program they would sometimes sign to one another. I kept wondering, where is my mother?

At the intermission I decided to go down and talk to my sister who was less than happy to see me. The light skinned, red headed lady sitting beside her rose, looked dead at me and said, I feel like I’m in a dream. It was my mother. Wow, she didn’t even look like the woman I knew. She allowed her hair to go back to its natural red and she wasn’t wearing any make up which meant her natural skin color was there. I spotted my sister from so far away but my mother went back to her natural look and I simply didn’t recognize her.

After meeting with my mother for about an hour I got stuck in Nutter Stadium in Ohio during a tornado. We lost electricity. They began to put able bodied people against the walls but handicapped and wheel chair bound people in the restrooms. We were there a good long time. Attendants came around and reassured. Finally it was over and no one got hurt. I’m back home in Indy. I’ll do the trip again on Sunday – minus a visit with mother. Despite all that weather drama and seeing my mother, I had a good day.