Long story.
When I was a youngster, my folks were friends with this other couple. They had a son and a daughter about my and my sister’s age, so much socializing ensued. Let’s call them Auntie Lola and Uncle Jim.
We grew up, moved away, went to college, got married, had kids, lost touch…then a few years ago my sister calls to say, “I just found out Auntie Lola lives in (the next town over from you) and her daughter (we’ll call her Maria) lives in (the next county)!”
I call up, we get in touch with her and her husband and meet up for a dinner with my dad and Maria and her daughters and my family and my sister’s family and much reminiscing ensued.
Phone calls here and there, we sort of drifted apart again (One of those “I need to call Auntie Lola and see how she’s doing”, but I never get around to it sort of things.)
Two years ago, I’m working a second job at Panera when Auntie Lola stops in with Uncle Jim. I give them a hug and Auntie Lola tells me her daughter, Maria, has been diagnosed with lung cancer and had a lobe removed. No, she never smoked. I was shocked, we promised to get together for dinner, they take their bagels and tea and off they go.
Time slipped by again, I got diagnosed with breast cancer, Auntie Lola pops up in my head from time to time, but again, to my everlasting regret, I never get in touch with her.
Then, a month ago, my sister calls to tell me that Maria (who was a year older than I was) has died of the lung cancer. Dammit all to hell and back, sez I, as I FINALLY make the time to call this lovely lady who was such a big part of my childhood.
She of course, is devastated, tells me not to fret over not being in touch because she didn’t make the effort either (of course, she had a lot on her plate too). I send her a condolence letter and I’ve been trying to get in touch with her to take her and Uncle Jim out for coffee (although I know they may not yet be up to it.) We keep missing each other, and I assume she’s spending a lot of time over at her son-in-law’s, trying to help her granddaughters (tweenies, IIRC) get through this awful time.
I can imagine Mother’s Day is going to be just horrible for her. I was thinking about sending her either a Mother’s Day card or a Thinking About You card. I don’t think anything will make that day any better, but I certainly don’t want to make things worse.
Ivylad thinks just a phone call would do. I can’t exactly wish her a Happy Mother’s Day, since it won’t be, but I do want to let her know that I’m thinking about her. What would you do?