In 2012, well into the autumn of my life, I moved back to my soul home to walk with my mother, born in 1916 in the shadow of the Great Smoky Mountains, as she comes to the end of years. [My mother left the world April 21, 2018; six weeks shy of 102.]
This blog is about our walk, at least from my viewpoint. It is about the frustration and humor of living with the old-old, the déjà vu of living in my childhood home and being the child again, and the sadness of being the parent of my parent. It is about the privilege of giving of myself to be on this walk with my mother, and the struggle to see it as privilege.
I hope you enjoy it. I welcome your comments and your stories.