Tremendous! Dear Kim’s post is worth publishing. A Very, Very Good read.
I have had the Honour of attending to Both my Dear Parents in their Last Days. Got reminded of those times by this story. Beautiful descriptions.
“Ella was good for only the simplest things, things like comforting her mother with voice and touch as she became more and more childlike,” a quote from the story, reminds me how I too could just drop into my Mother’s room, briefly Kiss her forehead and leave quickly, being overly overcome with Emotion.
Happily, a Woman from our village had been a Great companion to my Mother in her last days.
“A urine catheter and bag…became less a fixture than anything.” How True! The intake becomes So small that even those bags become mere fixtures.
Finally saw what Kim meant by Alabaster.
HERE’S TO LOVE. TO PARENTAL LOVE;
AND THE LOVE WE CAN RENDER THEM IN THEIR LAST DAYS.
After the hurricane, but before the power came back on, Ella went out walking with her daughter, Katie, to survey the damage. The huge old ficus tree in front of the library had toppled over, its immense grove of roots lying naked, withering now in the sun. “Nana’s tree gots broken,” the three-year-old said. Humidity bore down on everything like a weighted fishing net. The tree had been a twig thirty-five years ago, when Ella was a kindergartner. She remembered the planting ceremony — her mother, president of Friends of the Library, in a blue linen sheath and white gloves, stepping on the edge of a shiny new shovel.
Now the tree, too, was dying. The shelter it had provided was still dark and cool — the web of roots from each branch created a division of rooms like a house. Ella pitied that sodden, gigantic mass, torn…
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