When I was working evenings as the OU operator, I had to work through suppertime. This was a good job for a student -- Two or three nights a week for $1.00/hour which was $.20 more than we got for other student jobs. When I got hungry, I could have grabbed a sandwich from the new Burger Queen across the street, but no. Each night that I worked Mom fixed a plate of the family dinner for me and Dad drove it downtown to me!
Last night I dreamed about both of them again. I can't remember the details, but it was very realistic and in the dream I realized that I had thought they had died, but there they were, smiling and talking to me, and I was able to hug them both again in such huge relief. What a gift that dream was -- like Mom's hot meal delivered by Dad to a hungry girl.
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Sniff.... This reminds me of the summer Paula and I worked on campus, and it was the year of the 17-year cicadas. We were afraid to go outside and worked through dinner. Mom came and handed brown-bag lunches through the window of McGuffy Hall to us! I didn't remember your dinner deliveries, but, as I wrote: That's who she was. That's what she did.
I don't feel quite so bad about my need to feed the ones I love now. Beautiful story.
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