My mom was one of the noisiest people I had ever met.
I remember how whenever there was a fire in the local area, she would hop in the car with one of us kids, and head to the location of the fire.
Dad hated when she did stuff like that, but if he said anything it always ended up in a big fight. Ever since dad died, mom has been living between my home and my sister’s home. When she heard they were putting a marijuana dispensary down the street from where we lived, she couldn’t wait to go into it. She was curious about what they had in a marijuana dispensary. I remembered how she got upset with my brother when she found marijuana paraphernalia in his bedroom. I thought she was going to disown him. I couldn’t believe she was interested in it now that it was legal. After posing some questions to her, she told me she had always been curious and she knew they used marijuana to treat arthritis and depression, which was something that plagued her now that she was in her late eighties. We talked about marijuana and how it may help her, but I wasn’t sure if it was right for her. She said she just wanted to go into a marijuana dispensary and check it out. Maybe it would be good for her to ask the questions she was bringing up. I promised her that when the marijuana dispensary was finally up and running, I would take her to see it. She could ask all her questions and if she wanted to try some samples, I would help her get them.