from Amity Porch
had settled into my new home in Delaware, and had gone
on a fall foliage trip to New England. A phone
call informed me Mother had died in her sleep in Florida,
a few months after her 98th birthday. I flew back to
Amity, meeting the larger family there for the funeral. Afterwards
we had lunch on the porch overlooking the beloved and familiar
view, talking about the changes in all our lives, for of
course, Amity was to be sold. No longer would this
be the gathering place for extended family and friends. The
of an era, uprooting us all.
is said that one is never completely one's own self until
both parents have died, for while a parent lives, their expectations
influence us mightily. But how I would miss this strong,
intelligent, valiant, delightful and loving woman.