As many of you are well-aware, my Father died of lung cancer on April 6th, 1995, and my Mother succumbed to various ills on May 5th, 2008.
After my Dad left this world, it was rough road for my Mom. They were very close, and she was very dependent on him (as she didn't drive, etc.) So I tried to do the best I could for her, even once attempting to move her to LA with me (to disastrous results).
But once she was settled back in Rochester, New York she became a member of the Pinegrove Senior Center in the suburb or Irondequoit, New York. And every Monday through Friday, from June 1999 to nearly the day she died, my Mom enjoyed that Senior Center.
In all, it cost her about $6.00 a day - a price that included lunch and service for the van (that picked her up and drove her home).
So, thirty bucks a week for a senior's regular activities wasn't bad at all.
In addition to enjoying a nice daily lunch at that simple-treasured Senior Center, my Mom also played cards, went on picnics, and played bingo. She especially loved the bingo. A whole lot.
I never realized how much really.
Until, one day, when I started giving her "extra" quarters with which to play the game.
Not a lot of quarters. Just seven dollars worth.
Every other day, I walked into her apartment, and interrupted her daily viewing of Seinfeld or The Golden Girls, walked over to her, kissed her, and asked her to open up her hand.
At that moment, I poured out the seven dollars in quarters.
As I did this, her reaction was one of astonishment. She looked as if she won the lottery or the mega-jackpot in Vegas.
"Oh, Herbie J," she'd say with so much joy, "...what a great son you are! I have to pay you back! I have to pay you back!!"
"Ma," I would reply, "You just go have fun at the Center."
And she did, all the more...with that mere extra seven dollars.
Not a million.
Not a thousand.
And not ten.