Familial ties

Today I spoke to my mother's elderly sisters who live in the west. As luck would have it they were together when I called.

I hadn't heard their voices since before Christmas, and they are my connection to the physicality, heritage, and history of my mother. One is older and the other younger than she.

Both of them understand my grief, as when their mother died, and feel their own, as sisters do. Neither has been married nor has children, yet they bring a perspective to my life from that generation that I miss with the passing of my Mom.

I will keep in touch with them, as life is short, and they are old, with health challenges of their own. A trip to see them is in my future once the Olympics have ended, and the warmer weather arrives.

As Mom always said when I planned to visit, "Make sure you call before you come"! And I laugh at the similarity.