My brother has reminded me of our mother's 14th anniversary of passing by an e mail a few days ago. Of course, I remembered of the day, that is, today. It was interesting to me that he had emphasized that, becoming older, he would tend to wonder what our parents at our age would think of at each event in life. It was exactly what I had felt these days.
Every afternoon, our mother used to spend sometime sitting on a corner of the flower bed at the end of this row of azalea facing to the street. It was when she had lost her husband, that is, our father a few years ago and had suffered from mild dementia losing her short term memories. She was watching people and cars passing by without tiring. I haven't dared to ask her what she was doing. I thought, howeverer, she had waited for our father to come home there. She often asked us where he had been to since those days until her passing.
We all get old and would lose our capabilities. In our mother's case, she has not lost her long term memories and her personality despite of Alzheimer. There must be a lot of people losing every memory in life at the end of their lives. The existence of those elderly people may give us a chance to say farewell on earth and to tell us how imortant loving each other is. Our mother has taught us that by the way she lived in her last years of life. Am I ready for that, I feel I am asked.
The azalea is starting to bloom now.
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