A Forgetful First

In all the years mom and dad were at their mainland home, and in the 16 months since my dad passed, my mother has always, always angled to have dinner with us each night they/she were in town. Today after the farmer’s market and the grocery, I dropped her off at her home, fixed her TV (for the 4th time in 4 days) and replied to her query about dinner plans: We’d have smoked cross cut beef ribs at 7, just the three of us (no kiddos joining us tonight) and that we’d see her then. Love, hugs, kisses. I called at 7:30. She’d already had dinner. She, for the first time ever, had completely forgotten to join us for dinner. We’ve never been stood up before!