It's Fat Tuesday!
It's Fat Tuesday, do you know what that means? It means SO much for me. It was the day last year, I got on a plane by myself and flew to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. It was when I learned, as I was getting off the airport shuttle at my hotel, my mom is not going to make it and would probably pass before I arrived home on Thursday morning. I knew I was meant to be there, but was confused as to why this happened when I couldn't be with my mother as she passed. I was with her Sunday and contacted my sister to come up to be with my mom. As, my mom turned for the better on Sunday, I wasn't sure I did the right thing. So, I told my mom how Ian (my son) was playing in New Orleans on Fat Tuesday and I had off from work Tuesday and Wednsday. I asked her if she were me, would she go? She gave me her blessing. My sister had not seen my mom for a couple of years and I wanted my sister to have our mom to herself, too. So, as I got in the car to tell Glen what was happening t...