DOES SHE (MY MOTHER) HAVE 30 YEARS?
When my Mother turned 95, I looked at her and asked myself, “Does she have 30 years?” She had been in and out of the hospital, and things were not looking great. Her own mother died when she turned 110 years old. Did my mother have 30 more years to go? At that point in time, 30 years seemed a very long time to live for my Mother.
My Mother didn’t have 30 years after I asked that question. She had 30 days, a bit more than that. I was a bit relieved when she went. I didn’t want her to suffer any more. Two days before she died, she argued with me, with sign language, because she couldn’t speak anymore.
“Let me go,” she pleaded. “What more do I want from this earth? I have done everything. It is time for me to go.”
When her body started to close down, I knew that I had to set her free. And she left very quickly after that.
DO I HAVE 30 YEARS?
Fast forward. I am almost 70 years old. My body is starting to fail. The doctors do nothing but prescribe antibiotics. “Poison,” I say, but I take them.
It is my turn to ask the same question. “Do I have 30 years?”
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