My mother Hendrieka is going to turn ninety-five years old just after Christmas. She has led a remarkable life – her adventures would make for an interesting memoir to say the least. Her innate spirit and resiliency remain, but while she shows every sign of being around for a while longer, there is no doubt that she is in the sunset of her life. Even as recently as a year ago she still walked with her trademark pace, an energetic stride with arms swinging in long, purposeful arcs. Now she shuffles, small steps, cautious about any variation in floor or terrain.
Being Mom’s caretaker in her last years has been a learning experience. One of those lessons is the observation that as people get older they become like children again, possessed of both fear and wonder. That may be a cliché, but I’ve seen for myself that it’s true. It’s interesting to live it through Mom – and disquietingly, a little bit through myself. » Continue Reading.