Back
in the day when Mama was suffering with a malignant brain tumor, we’d travel
down the state to see her. Sometimes
her friend, Ruth Gentle, would stop by to take her for a ride. I wondered why
she would leave us and go with her friend. She seemed to like to visit with her
sister too and other older people in town. We’re your kids. We traveled all
this way to spend time with you. Cute grandkids and all.
DeRay, Jeanette, Brent, Jeanne, Mama, Uncle Ed 1966
Grandma teaching Jeanne to make pies.
Jeanne, Brooke, Jeanette, Brent, Hugh; Amy Esplin (Grandma) Thanksgiving 1972 Orderville
Finally
after more than 40 years, I’m beginning to understand.
Now
that I’m in somewhat the same situation.
There
is a great deal of comfort being in the company of your contemporaries.
Someone
in the same generation.
Lynn 85; Juanita 81, Jeanette 81, Verla 71, Carol 76.
Someone
who takes as many pills as you and has as many issues or more; someone who can’t
see as well, or hear as well, or have as much energy as in youthful days of
yore.
Ed, Carol, DeRay
It’s not all sad and depressing.
Lynn & Verla
In
a way, it’s celebratory. Especially at Christmastime. We are survivors. We have lived long, abundant lives.
We love each other and our families.
We love each other and our families.
Verla, Lynn, Juanita, Jeanette, DeRay 83.
Let’s
contemplate, commiserate, and collaborate, we of the same generation.
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