They took my mom into the hospital in St. Lucia last night. Ever since my dad died 14 years ago, she seems to fall ill just before their wedding anniversary, which is June 11. She and my dad would have been married 61 years this year.
Just spoke to my mom by phone. She sounds quite good today. She is on a drip and on the mend, she says, watching tennis from her hospital bed. Her best friend in St. Lucia died two weeks ago. And in Jamaica, another friend suffered a debilitating stroke. My brother says that's what happens when you're 88, and you just have to accept it. I don't think my mom accepts it. I think she is mourning with her body. She thinks so too.