My mom had a health emergency last night. She's still in the hospital this morning undergoing tests. Amma is vigilant about her health and more active than women half her age (she puts me to shame in that department). Accompanying her to the hospital in an ambulance last night was distressing, to say the least; she looked so frail in her hopsital bed and, for the first time, she looked old to me. I hate that my parents are getting older. I hate thinking about their mortality. I would have done anything to protect my mother last night but knowing that I was as helpless as she was made me pace around her bed until she told me to sit down, that the sound of my heels on the floor were driving her crazy.
I'd rather have her torture me with her matchmaking ways than not have her around at all.