“Age has no reality except in the physical world. The essence of a human being is resistant to the passage of time. Our inner lives are eternal, which is to say that our spirits remain as youthful and vigorous as when we were in full bloom.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
And yet I wish I had this day back when my mother was still up and around in her own home in St. Lucia and dispensing her particular brand of gentle wisdom. She was 90 then. Now she will be 93 in two months and cannot move from sitting or lying down unaided. I thought she was frail when I took this photograph. I had no idea. And yet, her spirit remains in full bloom, stirring in her one good eye as she looks at you, her essence eternal and intact. I'm looking forward to being with her again. Three more days.