My Aunt Ruth Is

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.


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