In 1972 we moved to a house that had a soccer ball looking light fixture on the front porch. It was not basic black and white like any old soccer ball, but multicolored, because this was the ‘70s. In 2000, after my step-dad had died and mom remarried, the soccer ball moved to their new house because my mother loved that hideous thing. Roger did not. In 2013, Mom & Roger moved a hundred miles to be closer to me as her Alzheimer’s progressed, and my brother and one of Roger’s sons surreptitiously left the gathering at my house and installed the soccer ball at their new house 6 miles away. When Mom passed in 2020, the soccer ball went to live with that brother. Mike loves it, and it hangs over his front porch in a tiny mountain village in Arkansas.
In 1972 we moved to a house that had a soccer ball looking light fixture on the front porch. It was not basic black and white like any old soccer ball, but multicolored, because this was the ‘70s. In 2000, after my step-dad had died and mom remarried, the soccer ball moved to their new house because my mother loved that hideous thing. Roger did not. In 2013, Mom & Roger moved a hundred miles to be closer to me as her Alzheimer’s progressed, and my brother and one of Roger’s sons surreptitiously left the gathering at my house and installed the soccer ball at their new house 6 miles away. When Mom passed in 2020, the soccer ball went to live with that brother. Mike loves it, and it hangs over his front porch in a tiny mountain village in Arkansas.