It's 3 am. Mom just came by here with a care package. Completely odd and so ultimately characteristic of my mother to do such a thing.
"It was just worrying me to death that you would do without while we were gone," she said. "Your father was getting all over me for doing this. He said I was crazy to come over here and that you wouldn't be up."
I was certainly up as I am most of the time these days being a night owl.
My mother then handed me a bag filled with a carton of cigarettes, a package of four Bic lighters, six Diet Cokes, a $10 dollar iTunes gift card, a package of Oscar Mayer smoked ham, and a giant loaf of Sunbeam bread. In another sack was a carefully wrapped half a coconut cake and some pork loin in aluminum foil.
"Well, we are headed for Atlanta and the airport as soon as I get home," mom told me. "I love you and be good while we are gone."
I gave mom a hug, thanked her profusely, and watched as she got in the car and drove off. It wasn't until then that I realized how much I wanted to go with them. I wanted to see my brother and his wife and kids. I don't want to be alone for a week. I am so dependent on my family. At least I have Mrs. Florene, George, Charlie, and Maggie. They will have to suffice. Good company to say the least.