Looks like we are hitting another marker with mum... Being a theatre major has served her well and no less better than with a dramatic entry into the ER, several times over recently.  Gotta love her. Still, she is weakened, hollow even and so I shall play it a bit closer to home in the days to come and savor the sweet love of her divine.  See if I can nurse her back to the living... I think it would be so much more rewarding to do this with a subby or two or three or whose counting...lol, pampering this gracious goddess with foot massages and a warm body to ease her sensitive soul.  She is oh so affectionate and without that touch and kindness, that sharing, I know she finds this world lacking.  I'm caring, nurturing even but I'm not very affectionate with her...and touchy feely climb into bed and snuggle.  That is what inside doggies do.  I'm more the outside type of dog, minding the sheep.   If our children are our heart outside of our bodies, then our parents are our bodies, our anchor.  Who and what will I be without them...hopefully amazing, all ways. I can tell you this about them...they never met a dare they didn't meet.  If you understand dares, then you understand how high an eyebrow can and did go! They were cutting edge hippies...and new what organic meant through and through.  They raised me to conquer. Father the heart, Mother the brain and away we go...