I’m in Georgia again, visiting my mother again. She’s in better shape than the last time I came this way. That time she’d had a couple of falls and was in a wheelchair. This time she’s getting around with a walker and thanks be to God, she’s once more smiling and laughing easily. Alzheimers or not, good humor makes for good company. That being the happy case, we never run out of conversational topics. I can always recycle a topic because she forgets we covered it.
Mom is 89 years old. All in all, I think she’s had a good life and in part a very interesting one. She joined the Womens Army Corps during World War II, and liked it well enough to stay in for nine years, reaching the rank of Master Sergeant.