We hear from the doctors that it’s time to say goodbye to my Great Aunt Ruth. At least that’s how I interpret the news coming from Ohio. My mom and dad and aunt and uncle and cousins have gathered.
There are ice chips and bedside introductions.
And there is love.
I sent flowers. But I won’t say good bye.
How can you do that?
Now I’m going to work — where I don’t want to go, but — where I’ll try to be as kind and strong as Aunt Ruth always is.