Saturday, February 16, 2013
I am on a bus to Washington DC to see my Aunt Maisy who may be actively dying. My cousin was on the phone weeping last night so I said, "I'm coming." She said softly and simply, "Thank you," so I know it was the right thing. Knowing that my cousins may be losing their mother soon has me sad, of course it does, but the feeling that is most salient at this moment is the overwhelming privilege of having been able to know and love and be loved by such a soul as my Aunt Maisy. So you may not want to read this sadness today or some day not too long from now but this is what I need to write as I sit here on this bus today, grateful I will get to kiss her cheek a few more times.