I met a women named May on my daily walks. She looks so frail, maybe weighs about 90 pounds, but she is spry and talky. I love talky people. So, my walks were so much better when we walked together, talked together. Up the hills, down the hills, she is tireless. I have small woods behind my house, and we would walk through them to cool off. May always loves the woods.
I find it interesting that most monthly names tend to be spring names. April. May. June.
May told me that she is in a hospice program - in fact the same hospice I volunteer at. She is a forthright person, very honest, and I hope I listened well.
Last week May took a turn for the worst. The very worst. Family loved ones are here. I can only offer them parking places and some sandwiches. I can't imagine how you can say goodbye to a sentient loved one whose who's body has failed.
Patty