“Sometimes there are no perfect words…only thoughtful silences that whisper softly of caring. – Anonymous”
“The idea is to die young as late as possible. ~Ashley Montagu”
Last Saturday, Hubby and I took a two hour drive and visited Aunt Florence. She lay in her bed, in much pain and dying. We packed up much of her things, but saved her favorites for her. In her lucid moments, we wanted her to see photos of her loved ones, her angel knick-knacks and stuffed animals. We wanted her to feel her wedding ring on her finger and think of happier times.
To keep it simple, Hubby and I are Florence’s only family, and we’ve cared for her for several years. We brought her from New York to live with us in Washington state. When we could no longer care for her without help, we found a home for her in the closest city we could. The last few years haven’t been easy for Florence, or for us, but we did the best we could.
Sometime between Saturday night, and Monday morning, someone had the meanness to steal the jewelry (the wedding ring, another ring, and a watch…Florence always felt naked without her watch) right off the fingers of a dying 89 year old woman. Hubby and I took a risk, and we lost.
At least it looks like we lost. Hubby wanted to give our granddaughter the wedding ring (she is named after Florence). But our granddaughter will never know about this, so she won’t be hurt. And Hubby and I have no regrets about our decision.
The jewelry is gone, but we know that we did our best to make Florence’s last moments as easy for her as we could.
That’s more than I can say for the thief. In spite of this, we still believe in compassion over selfishness; in love over greed. If we had to do it over again, we’d do it the same.