Last night I went to see the final installment of Harry Potter. This was something that mom and I always did together. I remember when the last book came out I was living in Calgary and had pre-ordered it. When I was finished reading it I was going to send it out to her, but when I started talking to her on the phone about it she went out and bought it herself. That's a very mom thing to do.
When mom had her first transplant I remember sitting in Hamilton (we left the hospital and went to Kim and Dave's hoping to rest, comical idea considering the circumstances) and reading Harry Potter. It was a way for me to escape the heaviness and anxiety of the situation.
When the Dealthy Hallows Part 1 came out mom wasn't able to go with me because she was in the hospital. "It's okay", I remember telling her, "when the last one comes out you'll have had your transplants and we can go to that. It's going to be the best one anyway". I so desperately wish that that could have been how it happened.
I bought Part 1 when it came out on DVD and watched it with her and Bonnie, her best friend. Mom was so weak that she made it through the first hour and had to watch the rest little pieces at a time over the next few days. Luckily I got to see the ending with her and as I predicted for Part 1 she loved it.
Going to the theatre last night was bittersweet because she couldn't be with me. But where ever she is, I know she's enjoying it. Likely asking a lot of questions, but still enjoying it.
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