Mama...

Mama, you popped into my mind this morning.

I hope you are keeping well, wherever you are...

I miss wheeling you out to the guest area at the nursing home and sitting there with you watching the fishes in that small tank in the corner....

In the early years when you were still lucid we would joke about the fishes and the suckerfish which you said was ugly.

In the later years when your mind was abit more clouded, we would still watch the fishes but you would be more silent...and at times your eyes would glaze over unless I broke the silence by speaking to you....

I miss you...
I love you...