Monday, January 17, 2011

Family Line




When I visit my mother in the nursing home, I tell her stories. I say, "Mom, you raised six children! Two boys and four girls. You sewed the girls so many beautiful dresses. You would stay up half the night sewing, down in the basement. This was your time to be alone, creating. And you loved to hang the wash on the clothesline in the wind and bright sunshine." Then my mother looks surprised, and says to me, "Really? How do you know these things?"

4 comments:

Susan Beauchemin said...

sigh!--I selfishly think of myself--I don't want to forget my children--my grandchild--my husband--all the people I love!

martha miller said...

it's a cruel disease.

martha miller said...

but perhaps not remembering makes it easier to leave this world...

Susan Beauchemin said...

Do you think fear is forgotten too?