Slipping slowly away
My Mom is still alive, but back to the apathetic stage she was in before her recent hospitalization. She doesn't eat much, doesn't talk much, doesn't notice much.
I comfort myself by thinking of her as she was before.
My Mom was so loving and caring. One time a girl who lived across the hallway from her was sitting on the cold stoop in front of the building when Mom came home. "Why are you outside, it's so cold?" The girl (around 14 at the time) said, "I'm waiting for my Mother to come home from work, I don't like to go into the apartment when only my Uncle is there."
Mom took her upstairs and let her stay with her (with lots of cocoa and cookies) until her Mother returned. Then she told her neighbor what the girl had said, and asked outright if the woman's brother was not treating the girl right.
The two left, and the Uncle disappeared from the house that very night and was never seen hanging around again.
That's how Mom was - a caring neighbor, a concerned citizen, who did not turn a blind eye to someone else's troubles.
I try to live up to her example.
Happy New Year to you all.