It was bound to happen...

First thought: I probably should call Mom and tell her that Owen's final visit with his birth father was today and that the birth father didn't show up so the adoption process will start soon.

Second thought: now why would I want to do that? She won't care and will start talking about something she heard on the news.

Third thought: oh wait.  Moot point,  She is dead.

Now some people have told me that I will go to the phone to call her and forget. I nodded, but I knew that would never happen because I don't make it a habit to call Mom about anything.  Why should I?  She has told us repeatedly that she doesn't care about us or what happens to us.  Gary and I can both repeat the lines.

Mom: " Well, I would app-re-ci-ate knowing about what is happening, but it cer-tain-ly isn't ne-ces-sary to tell me anything so you don't need to tell me."

Me: so you don't want to know anything about the girls or the kids or if anyone is having another baby or anything like that?

Mom: No.  I don't want to know,  I don't care.

So we didn't tell her about Tessa.  Even though Hilary would sign her name to cards and gifts, she never asked who she was.  Later when she saw her in person, she said she just thought that Hilary and Blaine had a new dog.  A dog.  Named Tessa.  Right.

When Blaine and Hilary sent her the Christmas card with Owen's picture, Blaine called her and explained who the baby was.  She said she didn't even see a baby in Blaine's arms in one picture or the baby in the manger with Landon dressed as Joseph and Tessa as Mary in the other picture on the card.

And we did tell her about Megan and Matt's new little girl expected to arrive in October, just before Mom died.

I surprised myself.  It did happen.  But I don't think it will happen again anytime soon,