A few weeks ago, after my almost 94-year-old Mother fell several times, I knew it was time to visit her. I arrived two days ago.
Yesterday I had lunch with Mom at her retirement home. 60 ladies and 10 men in the dining room, and a traffic jam of “walkers” parked at the door.
“Are you new?” my mother asked a little old lady sitting at a table near the entrance.
“Yes, I’m two weeks old,” she said.
“I thought I hadn’t seen you before. Welcome,” Mom said, and then led us slowly across the room to the table at the window “reserved for Mrs R’s guests”.
Lunch was barley soup, egg salad sandwich, tapioca pudding, many favorite stories from my childhood, and much laughter.