This is the fourth in a series of short stories about my mother. To read the first one, please click here. To read the second one, click here. To read the third one, click here.
This story takes place (probably summer 1999) before I was married and before my wife and I moved in with my mother. Also, my mother’s aide was off that day.
I didn’t get involved with the days events until I got home from work around 6 PM. The first thing I did that day when I got home from work was check my phone messages. One of the messages was from the local hospital informing me that my mother had some sort of accident and was brought into the Emergency Room. I immediately rushed to the hospital to attend to my mother.
When I got there, I found my mother with scrapes and scratches all over her face. Luckily, that was the extent of her injuries. I also found out that she was taken to the hospital by ambulance earlier in the day.
I tracked down one of the witnesses to the accident, who turned out to be a customer service representative at one of my mother’s local banks. She (the representative) told me that my mother tripped off the curb across the street from the bank. From there, I was able to put together the facts. It seems, my mother decided to take a walk to the bank that day. The bank was over a mile away from her house. How she remembered her way to the bank, I don’t know. How she made it from her house to just across the street from the bank, I don’t know. She almost made it to her destination. Thank God her injuries weren’t too serious.