Anniversary: the move to Seattle
It was Memorial Day weekend, nine years ago.
Mom and I were packing up everything we owned, getting ready for the move to Seattle.
Packing, cleaning, eating a lot of takeout food because the fridge was already empty.
We were getting ready to leave the day after Memorial Day.
I had our AAA Trip Tik ready, witgh our route mapped out, and reservations in Holiday Inn’s throughout the country.
We would be in the truck all day, with a stop for lunch, and a cooler with drinks and light snacks to keep us going throughout the day.
At night, after our packing and cleaning was all done, my mom and I would sit in the living room of our box filled apartment and just look at each other.
Holy shit, we kept saying to each other.
We are moving across the country.
Like in a few days.
Every so often, I would look at my mom and ask, “sure you can do this?”
“WILL YOU STOP ASKING THAT QUESTION?” My mom would answer every time.
Mom’s health had never really recovered after taking care of my father, at home, in the years before he went into a nursing home.
And Mom refused to take an airplane from Rochester, New York to Seattle.
“I’ve never been in an airplane, and I’ll never get on an airplane,” Mom declared.
So a U-Haul it was, and a 3,000 mile drive to another coast, a new life, to be close to my son (aka Mom’s grandson), and his family.
“This will be the trip of a lifetime for me,” my mother declared.
Nightly, I prayed to God that I could drive safely, across country, with my aging mother riding shotgun.
The trip of a lifetime.
I certainly hope so.