Saturday, July 12, 2014

Day 190 ~ Remembering Always


July 9, 2014
My Instead: I took my mom to see "Always, Patsy Cline" at Westport Plaza.

Let’s face it, word of mouth isn’t always in hearing distance. Hence, browsing the internet allows us to see a world of things to do. Sometimes, we just have to rely on technology to get ourselves out and about! 

Patsy Cline has been erased from our planet for over 50 years, but she is alive and well and viral on Google. And that is how I found out about “Always, Patsy Cline” showing live at the Westport Plaza in St. Louis. I knew that my mom loved Patsy Cline because I remember, all too well, listening (and singing along) to her records on her hi-fi. So I invited her to join me for this Patsy production. 

We headed out to Westport Plaza on that warm Wednesday evening. Mom prayed part of the way. She is not used to traveling in St. Louis nor my free spirit. I told her to pray that she is not in the car with me when it is MY time to go!

We made it there in two pieces, Mom and me, and headed for the theater. It was freezing in there! “Think warm thoughts”, my mom would always say when it was cold somewhere. Sure, she can tell me that now…she was smart enough to bring a jacket! She shared her sleeve with me as the show began… 

We were second row and center and almost felt like we were part of the act. And sometimes we were when we were encouraged to clap or to sing along. Ms. Patsy impersonator had a stupendous voice, but she was not Patsy, of course not! Patsy’s friend in the production was delightful and funny. 

I would look at Mom through the corner of my eye and see her “getting into it”! She clapped along as best she could with her one arthritic hand, sang a bit too and kibitzed with the friendly gal next to her. Mom appeared to be in her element, even though she really wasn’t. I love removing her from her box and putting her in her place! No pun intended or was it? 

As I sat there next to my mother, I wondered how it will feel when she is no longer with me. When that happens, I’ll remember this night…always.

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