I may have told this story before, but it fits here. I'll have to leave a lot out.
Before I had my first car, I built a go cart out of plywood and metal fence posts. Drove it to my friend's house, spun around in the yard and hollered, Hey Frank, lets go for a ride. He hopped on his bike and we headed down the road. What I didn't know was his mother told him before he left, Don't you get on that thing". Out of sight, he got on it, wrecked it, tore his pants and skint his arm very bad. All he could say was, " Momma's" gonna kill me.
55 years later, she's laying in a hospital bed faceing her last days, hasn't been able to talk for 3 weeks. Frank, sitting beside his mother, is telling the go cart story to one of his nieces and when he gets to the part about " Momma's gonna kill me", he hears a sound from his mother. She is grinning and laughing, very lightly of course but laughing. I think she left with many happy memories!!