Sunday, September 25, 2011

This day, that age

My mother had been excited about turning 60. She always had a shrewd head for money matters and she had been looking forward to the better interest rates she would get as a senior citizen. Luckily she did turn 60 if only for a couple of months. This day, two years ago, she knew she was dying. She had a cake, friends around her, close family visiting, a beloved nephew who flew in to see her, a music system gift from her brother that distracted her from pain in the final weeks ... it was a good last birthday.


Happy Birthday, Maw! You know the prayers I have for you.

3 comments:

Space Bar said...

I remember that photo...so lovely. Always better to recall the good things than the memories of the other kind, even though they're often inseparable.

Hugs to both of you.

Sheetal said...

Thank you, hugs back!
yes, best to remember the good, specially when there is so much of it.

Anita Namburu said...

such a beautiful picture Sheetal!