Twilight

It's October twilight in Florida and we're doing a simple thing - we're driving toward Bluewater. It all seems way too familiar and sad. Great goodness - I've driven this road so many times, so why does this time seem heavy...sad?

This time in October of 2008 we began our weekly weekend trips to Macon. Mama was either in the hospital or the nursing home or finally home. She never once lamented about her fate. She always - always - said tht whatever was decided for her would be fine.

My daddy and brothers and sisters-in-law were all great about stepping up and doing what was needed. Since David pastors a church that meant we needed to be here on Sundays. I had to work during the week to bring in a paycheck to help pay the rent. We re-worked our schedules so I'd have Fridays off. That meant every Thursday evening David and I would be in the car headed to Macon to help care for my so beloved - my so very beloved mother. And, that is why this evening seemed so familiar. This was the time. This time of year where here in Florida it is twilight at 6 o'clock and the traffic isn't too bad, where you see deer on the side of the road at any given moment...the time of not only the season's twilight, but my Mama's.