My younger son, who lives in New York City, called late one night last week to chat and to ask about his future sister-in-law's bridal shower. I described it and then told him how I had fallen in the hostesses back yard and rolled down a short hill onto the sidewalk face down. So embarrassing. (That was an hour or two since I had enjoyed only one Mimosa!) The chair I had been sitting on was atop a small rise on a gravel surface. I was sitting sideways, facing up hill, and when the chair turned over, I had nothing to grab onto. I told him how his aunt had been so solicitous of me, made sure I was ok, drove me home a little early to her house and then set me up with an ice pack, etc.
Well, today my brother emailed that our son sent his aunt a bouquet of tulips and a note thanking her for taking such good care of his mother.
Isn't that sweet? He does feel left out of things far away on the other coast, but every now and then he does something nice like this from afar.