Every year we went on summer vacation, I would look for an interesting postcard to send my mother to cheer her up in the nursing home. Last year I sent her a card of the Tower of Pisa at night
She liked that one. This year I started looking at postcards before I realized that there’s no one left to send a postcard to as my mother died last March. That made me feel sad so I thought I’d send her one anyway.
I remember attending my grandmother’s funeral and the rector said that she was still out there, only living at a ‘different address.’ (I later made fun of that remark to my family but now it comforts me.) So I put Mom’s name on the postcard and wrote it and later burned it in the BBQ grill at our vacation house.
I wrote her how I was struggling with getting older and dealing with teens. Then because I was writing my mother, I confessed that in a recent photo we’d taken I noticed that I was starting to look like my grandmother Scanlon when she was about 65…I would never have been able to make that remark to anyone else.
My mother once told me that you get used to getting older and give up worrying about it. She could say that, though — her Multiple Sclerosis affected her facial muscles so she had no wrinkles. There she was almost 80 (her birthday is in a few weeks), and she had not one wrinkle!
I think I’ll keep sending her postcards from my summer vacations though as I think it did me good to write it all down. I mean, you never know if people get your vacation postcards anyway, so what’s the difference?