Reaching Out To Comfort
I've spent the last two weeks in the USA--I came to say hello to my daughter for her 18th birthday, but this week I had the opportunity to say good bye to my husband's step mother. It's a very strange thing to know some one is at the end of their life, to know this is the last time you will be in the familiar surroundings of their home, and your last conversation. What do you say? Do you ask for advice or any last words of wisdom? We are on different planets religiously...I am and she's not, so there would be no talk of afterlife and the hope of things to come or reunions on the other side.
As it turned out, we had a lovely visit. Really, we just chatted like normal, pretending this wasn't the end. She even asked what she could get me to eat, despite the fact she can't get out of bed. We shared a final tender moment when I reassured her that she had made a significant impact in the life of my husband (from the unenviable position of step mom) and she and she did pass on one last bit of advise..."GET THE F*** OUT OF SAUDI ARABIA."This photo was taken on the plane ride to the USA. The little boy in front of me was upset about something and when I reached my hand to caress his, he took mine and held it.