Tuesday

I visited my mother (aka Mommy) on Saturday. She falls asleep a lot and is generally not all there because she's so very tired, old and frail. Mommy is still "with it" in terms of knowing who you are and asking "appropriate" questions, like how Bob and Jules are etc. She was also genuinely pleased when I told her that I have a couple of shows coming up late this year.
But out of the blue, Mommy turns to me after a quiet time in our visit and she says (apropos of nothing), "Tuesday."
"Tuesday?", I respond, thinking maybe she's going to say she had a visit form a friend or a nurse on Tuesday- whatever. Instead, she blows me away by saying, "I'm going to die on Tuesday."
I had to ask, "This Tuesday?" to which she responded, "I'm not sure, but a Tuesday." We then had a brief, but straight forward discussion about death and the length of ones life versus when your time is up.
I mean, we all know, Mommy's ready to go and that's not a bad thing. Sad, as we'll miss her and she's a really nice person and presence on this planet, but she's so unable to do things... it's just TIME.
Of course, Monday night, I had trouble sleeping and kept thinking, "Gee, that was probably the last time I'll see Mommy alive"... cheerful middle of the night thoughts like that.
But Tuesday rolled around and I went to work and expected a phone call. Which never came. Mommy is still with us- probably much to her consternation as well as ours! I don't want to hustle her off to Heaven or anything (and don't get me started: I have no idea what I think happens or where we go. Fuck if I know!) So so much for premonitions; maybe it was merely wishful thinking.