So I went.
The show is about an elderly woman who lives alone in her apartment (during the 1995 Chicago Heat Wave that caused about 700 fatalities) who lets a young man who has her mail into her apartment and gets to talking about her family with him.
I'm not going to give away the end, but that show made me cry. Not just out of emotion for the character, but because she reminded me SO MUCH of my Mommom (except that my Mommom leaves her house once in awhile). She said "That's Fun-ny," just like that, and walked with difficulty, and was obsessed with her "programs" on tv. They come from a harsher time. And they live in a harsher world.
Right after the show I walked three steps away from Church Street, whipped out my cell phone, and called Mommom. We talked for about 45 minutes, which was nice. I don't call her enough, or my parents, but when I do I feel much better. She's feeling better and sounds better and... I just miss her. We share some great stuff, like The Jungle Book "Take me home, Daddy!"
Growing up sucks just a lotta bit. My Mommom living alone didn't used to bother me, but now it eats me up. I nag her about her eating habits because she's so little. I worry about her driving, and the neighborhood she lives in, and anything else. Plus the show scared me.
Zac found that amusing.
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I miss my grandparents all the time too... and worry about them. Isn't it weird when it gets to the time that the adults need to stop worrying about us and we automatically start worrying about them?
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