Wednesday, November 9, 2016
Even when my Mom was dying of cancer, terminal, under hospice visiting nurse care, she would want her two lotto tickets each week from the grocery store. I would go to the store to shop for some groceries and such. Mom was too sick to give much concern for a list of things to buy, but she always reminded me to "get a ticket" for her and for Dad. Each ticket cost a buck. The pot was pretty big in Florida. The winner would be rich. What would a dying woman do if she hit the right numbers? I never asked. Mom died without winning the pot. I never bought another ticket. Dad did not much care. I think Mom would have split it up with her family and others who she thought might need money. This is the way she was. She died a loser? I think not.