I’ve recently learned that my 93-year-old aunt’s health is failing. She is in hospice care, unable to swallow, and that means it’s a matter of time until her body uses up its reserves and she leaves us. That’s hard to face, and I know my own 93-year-old father may be in the same boat all too soon.
My cousin is sitting with her much of the time and reading to her. She said she’s reading Minstrels of Skaythe to her. They just finished The Tower in the Mist. My cousin loved it. I feel conflicted.
Did I think of my book as deathbed reading? Not so much. Yet, if it gives my cousin pleasure, how can I be sad? I can’t be with them from 1000+ miles, but I guess at least my words can offer some presence.
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