And Here We Go

I was at the hospital tonight. To see my ma. My ma who would make me double over in laughter because she said she had no FYI when she meant WiFi and who once erroneously texted me that she had fallen out of the fridge (long story). The one who fell off the couch while in a sitting position once after I gave her not two, not three, but ONE martini, and then pronounced it better than pot brownies.

The one who while in university decided with a few friends that painting a crosswalk across Spadina was a great idea. Ironically, the first car to test out this handmade crosswalk was a police cruiser. Needless to say that didn't go well.

The one who helped me make a fake id when I was 18 because I was born in December and all my friends were already of drinking age and I wanted to be with them.

The one I've argued with, rolled my eyes at, became frustrated with, have watched thousands of episodes of Bones and NCIS with. The one who's told me I need to iron my clothes, brush my hair, and asked me if I was really "going to work in that".

The one who told me I was special, that she didn't know what she would do without me. The one who told me she loved me over and over again when I was in my bad place. The one I cried over, cried for, called my sister about, laughed with, laughed at, joked about, loved.

Luckily I still get some good moments with her.

But I miss my mother. I miss her so much.