Mother Son love story

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One of the survivors, I had gotten off easy: a concussion; puncture wounds, numerous cuts, bruises and sprains; cracked and broken ribs; and a serious injury to my left eye. I awoke with no idea where I was, or how I got there. My right eye had been covered to reduce the movement of my injured left eye – blindness amplified my disorientation and fear. I heard distant female voices and called out “Mom, is that you? I can’t see… Mom…”

Two nurses quickly came to my side to comfort me, and apprise me of the situation. I’ll never forget their concern, gentle care, and kindness. Nurses: they do God’s work, just like his angels.

The next day, when the staff were sure I had my wits about me they made a call for me to Mom. I thought it best not to mention the full extent and details of my injuries.

“Hi Mom… I love you… I’m in Germany… I’m fine… just a few bumps and bruises… I love you… I’m fine… I love you.”

It was a short and one-way conversation. I talked, Mom cried.

The days in Germany dragged on in slow motion. My good eye now uncovered, I settled into the routine, steadily recovering. One fine day, without advance notice I was headed stateside. During a long flight on a C-17 Promise Keeper to Andrews Air Force Base, as I mingled with my fellow patients and tried to help out I came to realize just how fortunate I was. I vowed to never complain about anything. Ever. Arriving at the hospital, the first thing I did was to call Mom. It was eight in the morning for her.

“Hi Mom – I love you. I’m at Walter Reed… I’m going to be here for a while… I can’t wait to come home to see you.”

We talked until one of the staff motioned to me that it was time for me to go.

“Mom, I’ll call you again tonight around 8 or 9 o’clock your time.”

At midnight local I called her. Knowing she went to bed early, when she didn’t pick up the phone I wasn’t surprised, and I went to bed. When I woke up at 0600 I had hearty breakfast. At 0800, one of the staff asked “Who wants more coffee?”

“I do – outstanding idea!” was my enthusiastic reply.

A moment later, coffee was being brought to me by a beautiful, petite, black-haired angel streaming tears of joy. “Tommy” was the only word she could say.

Call me a momma’s boy: seeing her made me cry too. The coffee was stone-cold long before we were finished hugging and kissing. Without hesitation or conditions, she had once again put her life on hold and traveled all day, night, and morning to take buses, trains, red-eye flights, taxis, and shuttles to be by my side. Mom spent every possible moment with me. It would have been so much worse without her loving presence.

After my retinal re-attachment surgery was declared a success I was told I would be discharged from the hospital. A patch would be needed to be worn over the eye, with extra care taken not to subject it to trauma. The surgeon told me “You got the million dollar wound.” Meaning, not bad enough to screw-up the rest of my life, but it effectively meant my active duty commitments were fulfilled. I was given a Purple Heart and orders to report back to my National Guard Armory in 30 days.

Mom was so happy. With a smile warm enough to melt an iceberg she said “Tommy, I think it would be a good idea to spend a few nights at my hotel so you can gain more strength for the long flight home.”

My head spun as I contemplated the possibilities. All I could say was “Mom, if we’re together, where doesn’t matter.”

Chapter 5.

It was a short taxi ride though afternoon rush hour traffic from Walter Reed to the hotel. Sitting closely, we held hands and enjoyed our togetherness. Nothing needed to be said; we shared the same thoughts.

Mom had been treating me differently; the way she looked into my eyes; the way she placed her arm into mine when walking; the way she leaned against me when we stood side-by-side; the way she asked my approval for the decisions she was making; the way she referred to me to as her ‘man’. Was I becoming the boyfriend and lover she never had? I fondly reminisced about our mostly-innocent yet oh-so-tantalizing night together before my deployment. Before hastily rushing off to the airport, did Mom pack her cyan satin panty and bra?

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