Reflection

Returning home yesterday afternoon after several appointments I looked out my office window to see a ambulance arrive at one of the homes across the street. Rose's sons were waiting at the curb for help and assistance for their mother. Rose, a lovely woman who had mostly become a shut in after her husband passed maybe seven or so years back.  I used to go visit her every few weeks for a few years and then I was hurt and I never really did visit her again.  I remember her telling me that when her husband came home from the hospital after his heart attack, which occurred before they moved into the complex, that the hospital must of sent home the wrong man; except in appearance he was not the same man she had known and lived with for years, his trauma had changed him dramatically.  She was lost and lonely and she told me a number of times that with him gone all she wanted was to die and be with him  I sat and thought of her for quite awhile yesterday and still this morning.  I wish her love and light in whichever path she chooses, to stay or go to her beloved.