Saw that Season 2 of “The Crown” is up now on Netflix. And my first thought was, “Mom really wanted to see that.” She watched a fair amount of Netflix once she got into the apartment because she finally had decent internet access, having lived out where God lost his shoe for so many years. And she loved the first season of “The Crown.” She was a teenager when Elizabeth became Queen, so she lived through all the events depicted. And she loved the pomp and pageantry and frankly, the manners of the period. She asked me many times when the next season would air, and I looked forward so much to watching it with her.
Man plans, God laughs, as they say.
My wonderful niece Anne got a great new job recently, and my instantaneous thought was, “Does Mom know about this? I need to call her.” And then the switch flips. I guess that’s going to happen a fair amount before it doesn’t. But mostly it’s just part of my sadness that she’s gone. I’ve lived so many events, good and bad, with her as an integral part; it wasn’t real until I had shared it with my mother. It’s sort of like a phantom limb, now, except the limb is her.
But we move on, and we find a way. The moving is just slow, right now.