Visiting a Treasured Relative
Today we drove 70 miles to meet my 93-year-old aunt for lunch. She goes out to lunch every day of her life, and has had the same routine for many years. She is past driving now, and very frail. But with a lot of help arranging things in her life, she now has full-time care in her home and can therefore continue doing the things she loves. Her caregiver lovingly gets her ready to go out every day, and helps her into and out of the car and into the restaurant. The regulars say their hellos and are always happy to see her. She taught high school in the same town for a lot of years, and therefore knows just about everyone in town.
I hadn’t been to visit her for a while with my busy schedule. But I knew it was time. She was dressed to the nines in a black blazer and slacks, bright red blouse, and matching beads. Her white hair was perfect and shining as always. And she was animated and full of her stories about the family.
It was a gorgeous spring day. Everything was perfect in every way.
The picture at the top is typical of the countryside on the way down to my aunt’s house.
The next picture is one of many that I took of the damage from the tornadoes that went through the small town almost one year ago between here and where my aunt lives. We see the destruction for a stretch of several miles along the highway every time we go. These are what remains of trees that were mowed down as if they were so many weeds.
It’s very hard to imagine the force of such a storm. We are entering that season once again.