Mama was a brave little thing. Once when I was little and afraid of the dark, she asked me, "Don’t you think that if there were something to be afraid of, that I'd be afraid too?"
"Heck NO!" I thought to myself. She was never afraid.
After we moved to Pennsylvania 33 years ago, she would fly from California to see us at least once a year. She would stay for a minimum of a month, and sometimes longer.
She was easy company. In fact, she wasn't company at all. She just fit in naturally with us. The year the kids discovered MTV, Mama sat her little self down and sang right along. She particularly loved Twisted Sister. Once while watching MTV with Aral PPP, she turned and said, "I don’t think all of this is live." Perceptive the little Yoda was.
Another year we were watching the news when a story came on about an airplane that had to land in foam because the wheels wouldn’t come down. Mama said, "That happened to me last year. We came down a slide to exit the plane."
"WHAT? You never said a word about it! Why didn’t you tell me?"
"You always say call you when I get home okay. I did call you when I got home okay."
Besides it turned out her plane's wheels HAD been down, but somehow the instruments showed differently. So she figured it was just a false alarm, and not worthy of a true story. Plus that was just the first leg of the trip. The second half of the trip was uneventful. Why bring up old news? Was she afraid to get on the second plane?
"No. I told you the wheels were actually down. There wasn't any problem at all." (What about that slide? No point in asking. Probably thought it was fun.)
Fifteen years ago she had a stroke on the plane returning home to the S.F. bay area. She didn't tell anyone on the plane that she was having a stroke. Why?
"I figured that they would land in Chicago for a medical emergency, and I don't know anyone in Chicago." Life was simple to Mama.
She told them as they were landing, and she was taken to the hospital from the airport. Worked out fine. She ended up having an operation on a vein in her neck, and she had no residual problems at all.
Tiny, funny, brave little Mama.