My mother died last month. Five years ago, she had a stroke, and within a few months, my father died. Consequently, I thought she would follow her beloved Dave soon after. She didn’t. She got up every day and faced her new self. She was pretty severely disabled. She could talk but not converse. It turns out conversations are complicated back-and-forth dances. Speaking of dancing, she couldn’t do that either — she had a walker that she could painfully stand in and move about 15 to 20 feet. It was hard for me not to think about everything she had given up.
Just the way I saw it. I am not so happy with my old slow life though.
I miss my younger self.
Oh Katie, this is so filled with beauty, peace and love. Thank you for sharing.
Katie, this is lovely. Thank you.