Yeah, I knew I needed to follow up on whether mom made it down or not last year. Seeing as how it's a whole year later, and I am far-removed from the sadness in her disappointment in me (and lack of enthusiasm in my attempts to get her together with her MI-local surviving sibs), I can say, "Yes, she finally did make it south."
There, I said it. Now, can we move on?
That was then - 2022.
I am coming to the end of another blissful holiday/vacation period (2023). Saved a goodly number of vacation days over the year, and spent them all when it would feel the absolute best. And don't you know there were plans for mom to come down to spend the season with family roiling on a gentle simmer, too? Doesn't it just figure.
Well, you know it happened again - the stalling on decision making and committing to the plan. To A plan. To ANY plan. I knew there would be date changes and shifting and capitulating, but it honestly never occurred to me she would straight up cancel....and never say anything.
OK.
OK, yes...maybe it did sort of squeak around in my brain that she wasn't really sincere in her desire to be here, but it wasn't honestly a huge thought...that she was planning on not coming...that she was going to cancel out. But, I mean, shoot.
Of course, not saying anything is easiest to do when you simply don't respond to someone's (mine) texts, email, and phone messages. She totally blocked me.
I am starting to see the brilliance in not making plans, or expecting people to follow through on 'things', and simply flying solo through life.
We shipped her gifts.
Oh, yeah, Merry Christmas everyone.
