Peace

Her final days, weeks, months did not have to be like this, but they were. Her final years did not have to be so lonely, but they were, but in the end, when it was time, they both found each other, they both let go of whatever was between them all those years, and were just together, at peace.

I wish for both things could have been much different many years ago. I wish that both could have seen sooner what was so plain, so clear. I wish that all the time, all the moments, all the conversations, and dinners, that they could have allowed themselves to enjoy them sooner, but in the end they were very much mother and daughter, very much together, very much the way they should have been.

June 3, 2010 at 10:15 PM, almost exactly five months shy of one hundred years, or ninety three, depending on who was counting, she closed her eyes and took her last breath as her daughter held her hand. She finally stopped fighting, she finally just let go.

For the record the food at our friends restaurant is awful. I too have trouble seeing how someone can charge so much for such a small piece of steak. There is no doubt that you could get much better food in New York. That is where she belonged, New York, with her boyfriends, and her tennis partners, her shopping buddies, and her bankers.

The little boy never quite looked the same in that little back yard as he did standing guard over the expanse that was the yard at 35 Crescent Drive. She could have been the queen, but that is for another time.

They are both at peace now. This horrible thing that happened, did not need to happen, but then again maybe it did. They were mother and daughter in the end, and now will be forever.

Thank you again for getting this far with me.