I had a appointment today for a bone density scan and had scheduled for the Sunline Transit Bus to pick me up and return me home.  By the way, this is a great service and they should give lessons to the Los Angeles area Access-Ride on how to provide customer service (I will rant on about that another time).

Sometimes there is no one else on the bus and I get to go directly to my destination, but on days like today, there were other people to pick up and drop off prior to me arriving home.    I always take my Kindle with me so that I can occupy my time while waiting.  I had my head down reading and looked up to notice that the one stop that we made to pick up another passenger was at Eisenhower Medical Center and I was instantly filled with an overwhelming sadness.

This is the location of the last place that I saw my mother alive.   It was the place where I last hugged and kissed her while she passed away.  I realized at that moment that I was being flooded with emotion and wasn’t quite sure how to process what I was feeling.  I wanted to cry, scream, be in a quiet room alone, drive by her house, go to her grave site and then suddenly I realized that I didn’t want to feel or face any of the feelings that were racing through me.  Just call me “Scarlet” because I will just think about it tomorrow!