an afternoon walk to ponder two losses
February 5, 2007My mom died a little over a month ago. Saturday, her only sister also died.
My aunt kept up her daily walks until the Ontario weather got bad around September. In one of our last phone conversations, she confided that she preferred going off on her own, rather than depend on one of her aides. When I expressed alarm, she said she liked her own pace. She was 96. Her daughters decided not to tell her that Mom was gone. But I think she knew.
I called up my walking budding, and told her it was time we got back to our old exercise routine. It was short-sleeve tshirt weather, the flowering trees are starting to show their delicate blooms. And now there are not one, but two kindly and gentle ladies watching over me wherever I go.
