Truth in Comedy...or just truth

My mom made it to the Rehab Institute of Chicago, this is a big deal and me and my brother are so glad to have her here.

But I can’t tell you the amount of confusion, guilt and fear it inspires at the same time.

To have her so close, so nearby is frightening, there’s no getting away from it, no skipping a day, no closing off, no backing down. She’s a different lady now, of course she’s still my mom, and she says things that would blow you away with their depth and thought. But her smile, totally different. The way she yawns, laughs, swallows, moves, thinks, talks, it’s all different.

I don’t really prefer to talk about this stuff in my blog, which I sort of meant for funny stories and architectural anecdotes. But then at the same time, it’s such a great place for it, to write about it, to be honest and truthful with myself and the keyboard. To be honest to the people that read this and know me and want to know what’s going on. You know what?

It sucks.

It all totally sucks. There are definitely bright moments and laughter and all those things, but they’re made bittersweet by my mom’s twisted body.

So today I’ll talk, because today it’s on my mind more than usual, because today she’s right down the street. And right down the street is a lot closer to me than I thought.

But the fact remains, that it is Friday, that it is beautiful outside, that my mom is here and hilarious, that I have a lot of wonderful friends and the most caring, sweet and if I do say so myself, hottest boyfriend around.