This post has no point, so if you are looking for some sort of plot or deep meaning, please read another thread.

Mine was packed full of emotion. I haven't been home to see my mom since Christmas. I claim Mobile, but I am actually from a small rural town in the heart of the Bible belt an hour and a half from Mobile. As you could imagine, I avoid going back there as best I can.
My Mom was in a great spirit, but she cried when I gave her the gift I bought her. I didn't show it, but I cried a little too on the inside, because I realized how much I loved her and missed her. Both my brother and I talked about how we are pretty selfish to not spend more time with her, but I just hate going back there. There is nothing but negative energy as soon as I drive into town. Everyone is so fucking poor and completely ignorant of the world that is going on around them.

I wanted to see my grandmother that in the nursing home, because she has been on my mind lately. I had been having dreams of the summers I spent with my grandmother picking pees and corn in the fields as a young child. It was hard work, but my grandmother was such a strong charismatic person that just being around her made the work not seem so bad.
She has Alzheimer's disease, and is a shell of the woman she once was. It breaks my heart to see her. I lived with her during the summers, while my Mom and Dad bother worked. Now, she doesn’t even recognize me. I didn't really care so much, because she was in good spirits today.
She was laughing and talking about the crop this year that she has been planting. She seems to be stuck in her mind back when she was 20 years old, and use to pick cotton as a young woman. So, I talked to her about how much cotton she picked this week. She remembers it like it happened yesterday despite the fact that it happened 70 years ago, but she can't remember shelling pees with me under the pecan tree.
She said the funniest thing when the nurse came in with her pills. She said" Oh boy, my favorite mother's day gift.......PILLS!!!"


I still chuckle about that now when I think about it. I talk my grandma that we have much on common still. I can’t help her, and I can’t change what has happened to her, but finally I can accept what is happening to her. If she is happy, and she seems to be, then maybe it isn't so bad.

I spent the entire weekend with the people that I cared about, and came back to Mobile as a fresh mind state. My mother is doing well and my grandmother is doing well. What else can you really ask for?

I hope you all had a great Mother’s Day weekend.