It is 5:00 this afternoon. Mom shows up at my house just as two Mormon missionaries visit.
"Sorry boys," I told them. "I've got to unload my groceries."
"Help!" mom mouthed from her car.
I walked over and mom was having a terrible anxiety attack. She was sweating profusely and looked pale as a ghost.
"It started at the grocery store," she told me. "I am going to lie down inside."
Mom got to feeling better after laying down That crazy dog, Maggie, jumped up on the bed and wouldn't get off.
"She's okay," mom finally said.
Like mother, like son. We both struggle with these things and our mental illnesses. I am just glad she is okay. I know how terrifying those attacks can be.