Initially the plan was to go back to England for a week to celebrate my mum's 80th birthday with her. Then we made plans for her to come back to the US with us, 20 years after I took her to visit New York for the first time for her 60th.
In the end, the ongoing spread of the coronavirus made the risk seem too high, after we spent much of the week monitoring the news and debating the decision. We're sad, always sad to say goodbyes, sad to leave, sad that mum can't see our current home in Jersey City, sad that we can't do much more to share the burden of her health issues.
But there were highlights. Joy moments. A road trip, just me and mum. Visiting a beach I used to go to as a kid. Seeing mum and an old friend share memories. Scanning some old 35mm film of me as a kid and with mum and with dad.
Reliving old memories initially made me sad to think that even for me there might be more in the past than in the future. Then quickly being corrected. There is much more to come. I don’t mean that arrogantly, just that there is more for all of us, more moments, more opportunities, whatever age.
It's been a good week. Thanks mum. We love you and miss you. I wish we could do it more often.