It was unseasonably warm for November; the sun was brilliant with only a few wispy clouds scattered here and there, but the autumn leaves swirling in the wind were a reminder that winter was just around the corner.
I decided to take a walk in the nature trail near my house. I didn’t like leaving my elderly mother home alone for too long but she was having one of her lucid days and insisted she’d be fine at home doing some sewing.
I wasn’t gone long when it started getting cloudy and cold. As I walked up the front path, I spotted my mother sitting in her rocking chair on the porch. She was busy at work, her sewing basket by her side.
“Mom, it’s cold. Come inside and I’ll put on the kettle for tea.”
My mother looked up and smiled sweetly but her eyes were blank; I could tell she didn’t know who I was.
“Oh, I couldn’t possibly do that. I need to stay here. You see, I’m waiting for someone and I have to finish my mending” she replied.
“Who are you waiting for?” I asked quietly, dreading her answer.
“My husband. The war is over and he’ll be coming home very soon.”
It was then that I noticed mom was repairing the zipper on my late father’s WWII bomber jacket. Little by little, day by day, Mom slipped deeper into another era – a time long gone but fresh in her mind as though it all happened just yesterday.
NAR © 2022
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Oh it’s peaceful yet sad… 😌
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Yes, the final years of my mother’s life were quite challenging and at times very meaningful. Thanks for your comments.
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It must have been hard for both of you! I’m sorry to hear that.
You’re welcome 💕
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Sweet jeez, what a brilliant story! Sounded like a dream, but then… here it is with us, the raveges of war. This reminds me of what the world is looking upon, the looming wars. I love your stories, Nancy. Keep up writing such fascinating pieces.
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Thank you so much. This is one of many stories about the final years of my mother and her struggle with Alzheimer’s. We had moments of incredible joy and indescribable sadness. It was a learning and loving experience for all of us.
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Oh, twas such a hard time for you. I’m so sorry for you. May she rest in eternal peace. 🙏
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Thank you, my friend. My mother had a difficult life. I’m sure her final reward is great.
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Indeed it’s great. Feel most welcome and comforted, dear. We have an elevating hope, that one day we will meet all our dear departed relatives and friends in another great city. 🙏
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