Thirty-SixMy mother had given me hope, and it was that hope that I clung to as each day passed. My anticipation grew as I waited to see Aaron again, and though it was difficult, I kept myself busy.
I spent a good part of the day on Saturday with my mother and Jim shopping and visiting museums. The time I spent with my mother was pleasant, and it reminded me of when my father was alive.
As a family, we had been close for the most part, but sometimes my father played the mediator and kept the peace in times of conflict. With just a look, he could stop my mother in mid-nag and keep me from insolence. He helped with compromises when my mother was being over-protective, and he let me know when I was being unreasonable. When he died a part of my mother died, too, I know because I saw it in her
