Monday, February 18, 2013
It was a good weekend, sitting next to Aunt Maisy's bed, visiting with all her visitors, ten or more of us in the hospital room at a time, talking and laughing, the mood paradoxically sad and festive, taking turns holding her hand. Her son was in full military uniform as he was due to report for deployment on Saturday night, but got it put back by another day, so that he didn't leave until Sunday. Relatives had driven down from other cities to see her. Her nephew who attends college in Washington D.C. was there. I was there. She gazed at her daughter with a kind of radiance in her eyes and said, "Look at all the people who love me." And she kept saying, "It went very well." The phone calls from other places kept coming in, and again and again, Aunt Maisy told her callers in a raspy whisper, "Everything went well. Everything went so very well," and after a while, I realized she was talking about her life.