This is who I am

I Love My Mother But I Swear She Will Be the Death Of Me...

Posted by Rebecca Wed, 13 Aug 2008 20:24:00 GMT

I’m sitting at my computer, head aching as I plod through the piles of work all over my desk. The fall semester starts in two weeks. Orientation is next week. I’m busy.

My cell phone vibrates in my pocket. I look at the screen. Mom.

I’m ignoring the call, thinking I can return her call when I get home.

Then I get a single vibration. A message alert. She left a voice mail. It’s important.

I’m listening to the message. “Rebecca, this is your mother. Call home as quickly as possible.”

My blood pressure rises, my pulse quickens, and a thousand million bad thoughts rush though my head. Is something wrong with dad? Is my brother ok? What about his wife? Their kids? What happened? Did my dog finally die?

So I call home. My mother relays this breaking news.

My mother’s urgency is due to the fact that, and I quote my dear mom, “The democratic chairman was the younger son of the brother of the father of the neighbor boy you grew up with.”

O.

K.

Glad I about had a heart attack over the crazed shooting of someone I never met before in my life. Not to trivialize the seriousness of this incident or the value of a human’s life, but seriously. Not the kind of scare I need right now, or ever, really.