Little House on the Prairie

One of my sisters in Nevada, Las Vegas, sent my mom the complete series of Little House on the Prairie. She sent it, probably, about a month or so before our mom died. My mom loved her movies and T.V shows. She came over and spent every Sunday with me. I’d pick her up early in the morning and she would stay until about 10 at night. We would pick out whatever movies or T.V show were gonna binge on for the day. Since she had gotten Little House on the Prairie, we had started watching it. We didn’t get far in it. I wish I could remember the exact season and episode, but I can’t. Maybe it’ll hit me later on down the road but for now all I can do is watch the series, over and over again. I can’t turn on regular T.V to see or hear all of her favorite T.V shows that she won’t get to watch anymore. I don’t know why I can still watch Little House…  Sometimes, I’d watch ahead so maybe that is why it’s bringing some comfort.  I keep watching, like I would have, and I can pretend when each Sunday comes that I need to go back to whatever that episode and season was that we were watching.  So we can keep watching together.

“You mustn’t be afraid to hurt because that’s a part of life. Hurt is something to measure happiness by. It’s like valleys and mountain peaks. Without them both, the world would be flat and uninteresting.”  Ma, Little House on the Prairie