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| At The Old Mill. |
We talked and laughed and ate. We admired the ducks on the way out and remarked on the beautiful green heads and the fact that the menu includes "roast country duck." We wondered if the ducks outside are aware of this. It was delicious and fun.
In the sliding scale of Mom’s birthday’s, this was high on the satisfaction level. My worst version of Mom’s birthday was in 2011. I was in a hospital bed in Tennessee, medicated after early morning surgery to mend the leg broken the night before in the final roller derby event of Clarksville Roller Derby's inaugural season.
An assistant came in to change the bedding and after, my phone, which had been in the bed with me, was missing. Panic mode commenced when I reached for the phone to call Mom and tell her “happy birthday” from 1,200 miles away.
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| Shortly before the break, 10-22-2011. |
When I called Mom, the medication had me slurring my words and she didn’t know it was me. I was alone and very far removed from family and it was awful being the odd one out but I was also the one who moved away so it was a situation of my own making. Since moving back home in 2013, it’s been great being part of family birthdays again. And all the other family things, holiday and everyday, planned and spontaneous.


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