Phone calls

You know the ones.
You have a bad feeling, but you hope you just forgot something.
My mother called earlier this evening and left a message – OK to call to a reasonable time.
But of course I was working late at a sustainability function selling water conservation (really giving away all manner of items to help folks use less water).
So I didn’t hear of the call until after the reasonable time had passed.

I need to call my mother in the morning, and then call my son – with one of those calls.
But mostly right now I just miss my Aunt Betty, who passed away this morning.

Betty on her deck

Betty on her deck

Bubs & Betty - Sisters

Bubs & Betty - Sisters

I only know that she has always been a kind of a beacon of what you can achieve if you just do and be yourself.
Breaking trail on cross country skis at twice my age, and I am struggling to keep up (some 25 – 30 years ago now).

And I am happy that my son got to spend a summer with this wonderful woman 2 years ago – sharing and learning. Taking her to her first (maybe?) professional baseball game, but not thinking about the dynamics of an older person sitting on a hard bleacher for 9 innings, which was the enduring memory of the game. And birding hikes and Cohen brother movies.

And I am happy that we got to visit with Betty this summer, the last time just a week ago in fact.
And her eyes still lit up with spirit and energy. 

There is so much more to say, but I didn’t want to say good-bye.

One Response to “Phone calls”

  1. Margaret Says:

    She sounds like a fabulous woman–what a loss! I’m so sorry.

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