I woke up this morning a little stuffy. Anytime I can’t breathe I think of another piece of Mom’s wisdom. (Clearly, the woman never leaves me.)
Years ago, my friend Rick and I took my parents to a Mexican restaurant near the shore in Santa Monica. The restaurant was at the top of a high rise building which overlooked the ocean and we thought they’d enjoy the view.
We took the elevator to the top and the doors opened to a room packed with people celebrating happy hour and waiting for a table. The four of us pushed our way through and waited near the front door for a while when my mother said to Rick in very dramatic fashion, “Reek, a honey, I gadda get oudda here, I can’d a breede.”
Rick took her to a less crowded area where she inhaled deeply then exhaled and said very seriously, “Oh Reek, datta was a awful, I couldn’d breede (breathe) inna dare and, Hey, eeffa you can’d a breed, you may as wella be dead!”
Excellent point. Guess I’ll make that appointment with the ENT doctor.
JoAnn JonesMay 4, 2014 at 1:18 pm
Love all the stories about your mom, they are priceless ! Love ya, JoAnn
Fran TunnoMay 4, 2014 at 3:01 pm
Thanks Joann, clearly she left an impression.
Bernie TunnoMay 2, 2014 at 7:16 pm
Another priceless Snag moment!
Fran TunnoMay 2, 2014 at 7:34 pm
She was pithy!
Patty TunnoMay 2, 2014 at 6:15 pm
Another great story and memory. She was one of a kind. I sure do miss her!
Fran TunnoMay 2, 2014 at 7:36 pm
I do too, but even though she’s been gone so long, she never seems to leave me. This only makes me slightly nervous.
rob sprogellMay 2, 2014 at 3:35 pm
I can’d a breede cause I’ma laughin’ atoo harde.
Fran TunnoMay 2, 2014 at 6:14 pm
Thank you Robbie!
donraymediaMay 2, 2014 at 10:25 am
It reminds me of how our own fears can choke us and keep us from moving forward. A great reminder for me. First we have to breathe. Thanks very much, Fran. As usual.
Fran TunnoMay 2, 2014 at 6:13 pm
Yep, I hear ya Don.