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Mother’s Day- Sunday, May 12, 2019, 9:38 a.m.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My text to Beck: “Happy Mother’s Day!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beck texted back: “Happy Mother’s Day love u”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later that night, we watched “Game of Thrones” together. After a while, I got up and said, “Good night”. She stayed in the front room for a few minutes after and then went upstairs. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Monday, May 13, 2020<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Christina wanted to take me out for dinner for Mother’s Day. I picked her up around 6:35. She said, “We should pick up Rebecca and take her with us.” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I said, “Yes.” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I texted Rebecca at 6:42 p.m. “We’re outside.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She came outside and we went to the Olive Garden. We sat, talked and ate together. Christina and I sat on one side and Rebecca sat across from us at the table. She had shrimp alfredo, I think. I had lasagna. Normally, I take photos of everything and everyone. I remember thinking that I didn’t want to use my phone. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I said, “Yes” to being present. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

We left the restaurant on 76th street, and Christina suggested that we pick up Tony who was working down the road at Red Robin. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I said, “Yes.” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

We picked him up, and we drove. I remember thinking that I wanted to take the long way home. When it was just the four of us, and we had no money, I would put them in the car when they were little and we would just drive and listen to music. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

So I drove down Layton avenue, and along the way, I saw each road that would take us home sooner, and I chose to go just a bit farther because we were together. I went towards the lake, drove down Lake Drive. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Doris Day died that day, so we played a few songs of hers. Rebecca had control of the music. She decided to play 90’s music. She said that 90’s music was the best. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

We drove to Christina’s house on K.K avenue and dropped her off. I waited to watch Christina cross the street. She met up with a friend. Rebecca and I watched her talk with the friend, and I said to her, “What’s up with that?” and Beck laughed, “No.” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

We then drove down Lincoln avenue. She saw a house on 23rd and Lincoln that was destroyed by fire and she was surprised to see it so. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

We drove to the house and went in and sat in the front room. I played some Dave Chappelle\/Charlie Murphy videos on the T.V. while she sat on the couch. She was sitting there half-watching and half-looking at her phone. We were mostly quiet. After a few videos, I got up and said, “Good night.” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

This was the last night we were all together, and it was because we all said, “Yes.” We chose well. It was a night of laughter, conversation, and togetherness. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I didn’t hear any voices or see any signs that told me what to do, but there was a pull for me to drive just a bit farther down the road so we could be in the car as one unit once again. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

 The Road Not Taken <\/strong>
 By Robert Frost

 Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
 And sorry I could not travel both
 And be one traveler, long I stood
 And looked down one as far as I could
 To where it bent in the undergrowth;
 
 Then took the other, as just as fair,
 And having perhaps the better claim,
 Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
 Though as for that the passing there
 Had worn them really about the same,
 
 And both that morning equally lay
 In leaves no step had trodden black.
 Oh, I kept the first for another day!
 Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
 I doubted if I should ever come back.
 
 I shall be telling this with a sigh
 Somewhere ages and ages hence:
 Two roads diverged in a wood, and I<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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