Mom is in Your Corner

Banff with Mom, July 4, 1989

I’m 63. Mom died at 63. Actually 63 years, 9 months and 12 days. On November 1st, I’ll be the exact age Mom was when she died.
63 years, 9 months and 12 days.
I’m aware that every day after that will be a day Mom never had.

This has been a year of wondering if I’d also go at 63. No reason to actually be concerned. Not really. No major health issues. Just the opposite, in fact. At my last two physicals, all my counts were the best they’ve been. Ever. My resting heart rate is 47. I’m swimming 4–5 days a week with a great group of people. It feeds me mentally and emotionally as much as physically. I’ve discovered a new business that’s a 180 degree sauna and a 40–50 degree cool plunge combo. The extreme temperatures are supposed to be good for physical and mental health. I’m doing that every few weeks. Since starting I’ve had the best bm’s of my life. I don’t know if there’s a connection or not, but it’s nice to be regular.

I’m walking the dog every day the weather allows. Longer walks than I used to do. I’m writing and doing live storytelling events. The community means a lot to me. I’m parenting my two kids in college and high school. Still cooking dinner for the one in high school. It’s worth it for the time we get at meals, even if we are only talking occasionally while watching something that I hope will generate more…