The lucky ones

Dad told me later that Mom brightened up when he came to see her on the afternoon of May 1, a few hours before her death. Maybe she knew who he was and maybe she didn’t. She wasn’t talking at that point. But she did recognize that SOMEONE was with her.

So she didn’t go out alone; she had the company of someone who had loved her and her alone for 76 years, and never mind the wrinkles and pale fragile flesh that had long obfuscated her beauty. But how many women are so lucky? How many women are so loved?