My turn to take care of Mom

Mom fell and broke her hip. Evidently it was not a bad fall, but it was a bad break. She had replacement surgery on Halloween, and much of the family came together in South Boston to wait for the procedure to be over and to hear from the doctor. I felt so bad for her coming out of the procedure late in the evening in ICU and not even being able to have a drink of water.

They say what goes around, comes around.

How many times late at night was she up taking care of one of her 5 children who was sick, hurt, or had a bad dream?

Now it is my turn to take care of Mom. I hope I can do as good a job as she did with us.

Peace.