I was planning this lunch. It was one of those things I felt I had to do. You know those kind of things? There is no logical, legitimate reason for it. It was just I felt like I needed to do.
My Mom declined. Towards the end, when my Marky didn’t want to leave the house anymore, she could usually convince him with a trip to Jackson to get coney dogs. She knew she would cry if she came.
When he first started having trouble and had to retire early, he would come with me to houses. There were a few places in Jackson that were his top places. But the coney restaurants on Michigan were always a favorite. I hadn’t been since he stopped being able to come with me.
I cried a bit on the way there. I wanted a booth inside for some privacy. They were pretty busy though, so I sat at the counter. I did good inside. I took out my notebook and did some planning for Time 414. I looked around at the people inside eating. I listened to the staff talking.
After eating, I paid and left. I teared up in the parking lot. And I cried a little on my way home. But, I felt relieved, proud, and a little stronger – if that makes any sense?
Tonight I am thankful for a lunch at Jackson Coney Island in honor of March 9th Day (Marky’s birthday). He’d probably think it was silly. But, despite his own opinions, he always supported my ideas. So, he’d probably say he was glad that I did what I felt I needed to do. ❤
Momma's Silver Lining 