My mom always loved walking. She especially enjoyed walking in the bush all by herself. And she loved walking on the frozen lake. I find that I am now enjoying those same walks and thinking about her as I walk, remembering the days when she was healthy and able to enjoy the walks. I always felt it a privilege when we walked together and we have walked together many times during the last few years.
These days, as she is in the Lodge and at times phones me three to five times in a day and is angry and accusatory, I have to remember the walks. I have to remember her as a healthy person and pray that she will get peace and that I will too.