One of my favorite pictures of Mom.
Taken at the cabin with my sister, Suzie, 1962. I have been able to visit Mom since vaccinations. She had no idea we had not seen each other in 8 months, thankfully. Mom has lost weight,
her hair is long, braided adorably. Her nails painted Nantucket Red. She loves petting Frank Sinatra, so I bring
him for very visit too.
"Hey Frank!" I say. "Wanna go see grandma?" And he's off his chair
and into the car lickety-split!
We three sit quietly in the garden. Mom and I hold hands. We watch the leaves flutter and we lift our chin to the sky to kiss the sun. Not much is said, yet so much is heard. Sometimes we cry. Then Frank farts and we laugh.
Our days are getting
short, our light is getting dim, oh how
glad I am to still have you.
I love you beyond beyond!
See you Tuesday~