It's Saturday Again

Every Saturday I would call Mom to see if she was ready for our weekly adventure. She was always eager and ready to try anything. She would wait by the window in her favourite chair and give me the biggest hug when I arrived. There is nothing in the world like a mother's hug. Mom loved her gold jewellery and I put it on before we left. She was such an independent woman, but slowly throughout the years illness robbed her of that freedom and she was trapped in her home waiting for someone to set her free, even if it was only for a few hours. Mom's body was failing but her spirit stayed alive.