For many years I didn't see my mom that often. We lived 1200 miles apart. She passed away about a year ago. During the last 5 years she had been ill and the last two acutely so. What we had over the last period of time were phone visits, and there was a warmth and richness that had not previously been there. During one conversation she ended it by saying “Okay Boobala” and I felt myself melt in emotion.
In meeting with a couple who were friends of a friend during this time, they were talking about the lack of quality of life for the old and ill. Why live in pain was their mantra. I said maybe so, but maybe there is still a reason for my mom to have hung on. After all, I was able to hear “Okay Boobala.”