#Introspection
It’s interesting to watch your parents get old. I imagine my kids feel the same way.
One of my “second” moms growing up died recently. It broke my heart. Doesn’t seem like so long ago when we were vacationing together at Litchfield beach – playing cards, sitting by the pool, eating dinner at that humongous picnic table.
One year when in my teens, we were playing a huge game of Spoons. It is a card game where you work to get four of a kind. There are one fewer spoons scattered on the table than there are players. The first person getting all four of one card quietly grabs a spoon and then, anyone can snatch one. The player left without a spoon is the loser.
On this particular day I was rushed out of the bathroom and threw on a robe – just a robe – don’t ask me why. …
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