Monday, April 9, 2012
A few weeks ago, I overheard my niece and my daughter talking. My niece said, "Isn't it time for Grandma to go back to St. Lucia? She always gets stronger in St. Lucia." Her Grandma did fly home to St. Lucia this past weekend. She traveled with one of her daughters of the heart, my niece's beautiful mother. All those in St. Lucia who love my mom were shocked to see how much more frail she is than the last time she was there. On the phone to me, she said, "I am just realizing how helpless I am. I can see it in everyone's eyes." Being old and unable to make your body obey, remembering being young and able to move without thought, must be the hardest thing. But my mom has good neighbors and friends and heart daughters and sons in St. Lucia. That's how she rolls.