Friday, November 25, 2011

Prelude to Thanksgiving

My husband and I visited my mother in her new home last weekend.  She is 81 now, and had been unsteady on her feet enough that she decided a year ago, perhaps earlier, that she needed to live with family.  She made the move in September from her own home and well-established life in another state, to a cottage on the property of my brother's home on the California coast.
Now, I can visualize where she sits to eat meals, where Buddy, her teddy bear dog, settles on the porch, what it's like for her to use her cane stepping onto the driveway.  She has four fabulous grandchildren, ages 8, 14, 16, and 18, stopping by each day, giving her hugs, delivering her mail.  Her voice on the phone has a lift, she sounds rested since she's now retired as well, and is exploring the vicinity, having screwed up her courage to drive along now familiar routes.  She's also found a church home.  (Son and family belong to a different denomination.)
May we all age so well and courageously!

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