On caring
At some point in the conversation, I clarified, so the choices are 'dead' or 'terrified'? Yes, she said. Well, I'd have to choose 'terrified' wouldn't I? Dead is pretty final. She asked me to think about it, over the next little while. My decision was required minutes later, as it turned out. I had barely returned to the bench seat which would have been so much more comfortable if only a few inches deeper. We'd been discussing recipes and the odds and sods of life for an hour or more. But on my return I had a new topic of discussion. It is testament to this stage of our life that we can discuss life choices as calmly as any other topic. With our raising, our dips and our turns into confusion, and finding our way to a deep well of revelations, we now trust and care for each other in all things these days. Sisters who are our mother. They wheeled me in and the theatre stood by as I was asked for my decision. I said what I wanted, and w...