Our mothers were both approaching 90 when Kay and I met. We jollied them into more adventures than they probably ever wanted. A memorable trip was to Mt. Washington where we picnicked at the base of the mountain. We ate surrounded by the aura cast by the magnificence of that icon with the cross-hatching of Cog Railway tracks snaking up its side. It seemed we were frozen in time as the view continued as far as the eye could see.
Age had nothing to do with it: we were together. Four women. Two running ahead in age, two trying to hold them back and keep them young as long as they could. And all of it for no other reason than "your daughter's your daughter for the rest of her life".
When it happened, losing our mothers was devastating. We'd had them for so long and were so old ourselves, it seemed we all should have gone on forever. It was then Kay and I discovered a new dimension in the caring we shared for each other. A gentleness - a pastel softness in the glare of all else in our lives. We had become sisters by heart - partners in aging.
Monday, January 28, 2008
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