I Am This Woman

I am travelling to Georgia today for the funeral of my aunt, who was 90. My father’s sister, she is the last of the older generation. A true Southern lady, she had encyclopedic knowledge of our family. I can only hope that some of this is represented in the letters and photos that she left behind.

At this stage of life, I am continually reminded that there is no time to waste. Life is very short. Even a 90 year old woman had Things To Do, business to take care of. It was an insult and a blow that cancer has cut short this life.

The irony is that I’m sure people are going to say, “she lived a full life.” I might subtly correct them and say, “She was living a full life.”

I’m taking some truly mindless knitting, my laptop and my camera. Even in grief and familial duty, I must have access to outlets for creative expression.