The year before she passed, my mother came down to visit us for two weeks. Then I persuaded her to stay another week. Then another. She ended up staying for an entire month and it cost me 100.00 in cancelled flight fees but I didn't care. She loved being here and we loved having her here.
My big-headed brother finally called after week three and had the gaul to ask me "Just when are you going to let MY mother come home?"
Talk about taking things for granted? He'd let weeks go by before he even called her, let alone run by the house to see her, but he just couldn't stand the fact that she not there.