What?

It is amazing to me how much one can remember when given time to sit in a quiet room and think.  I'd like to think I would be solving the worlds problems: ways to help the homeless, ways to solve the financial crisis, ways to get  my kids to even clean their room without asking.  But instead I find myself wandering back to 1986, sitting in a doctors office with my mother as she awaits her test results. Why she wanted me to come with her, I do not know.  It was the summer before starting 9th grade.  I remember it was a very sunny, humid day.  My mother and I never had the best relationship, but I guess at this time she needed me.  She could have asked her sisters to attend who have been there, done that, could ask questions during her speechless, head swirling moment.  But she did not.  I still will never understand, but I guess at that moment, God knew that I needed her as much as she needed me.  I was 14 at the time.  A time when I had to really grow up without realizing what was in store for our family. A time that things would steadily unravel and would not make any sense until I became 40 why it rained on a sunny day.