A Different Reason
As I sat having coffee with my mom a while ago our conversation drifted here and there.
We talked about how things were going with Vista, my brother’s move, my father’s asshole ‘friend’ who only calls when he wants my dad’s help with something (that’s a whole other post).
She told me about the movie her and Dad had seen the other day and how her friend’s daughter was getting married and she was trying to figure out what to get her as a gift.
We talked about the episode of Piers Morgan she saw where he interviews Joel Osteen and the pastor talks about homosexuality being a sin. “Which is silly, really, because it’s not a sin. It’s just the way they are. People like to make the bible say whatever they want it to” explained my mom.
I’m pretty sure my eyes must have popped out of my head. You see… growing up we were raised Catholic. And taught to believe that homosexuality was a sin. Which is probably part of the reason my brothers and I stopped going to church. We thought stuff like that was a load of … well, suffice to say, we didn’t agree with it.
But any time the topic came up when we were teens, my mom didn’t hold back on her opinion… opinions that fully agreed with the church.
“Ummmm… so…uh.. since when don’t you believe it’s a sin?” I raised an eyebrow at my mom.
“I’ve never thought it was.”
She sounded surprised.
“You used to.”
“Yeah Mom. Trust me. You used to be quite vocal about that subject.”
“Yup. But I guess that was before your aneurysm. You’ve changed a lot since then.”
This year marks the 10th anniversary of 9/11. It’ll also be 10 years since my mom’s brain aneurysm almost killed her. She has no recollection of the terrorist attacks. Those days never happened for her. She was locked safely inside her mind, while her body was fighting to survive in the ICU.
The mother we knew went into that hospital. But a whole new and different person came out.
Ten years later I am still learning about this new person. About her likes and dislikes. About what she finds funny. About what her convictions are.
This person is different from the mother who raised me, and yet, she is still my mom.
For so many, September 11th marks the day that their worlds were forever changed.
The same is true for us… just for a different reason.