I am moving into history. When my aunt passed away recently it dawned on me that I’m now the oldest member of this particular branch of my family. This morning I consider what this really means and know the inexorable tide of history shall bear me away as it has taken all the others who went before. Where do we go, we scraps of flotsam drifting in and out on the tides of life? For a lifetime I’ve been asking the questions, who am I, why am I here, what’s it all about? And perhaps, like Wordsworth, am further away from answers than when I was a child. Time, now, to think about returning to the well from which I sprang.
I soooooo get it! …and I am sorry for your loss. https://rantingsofamadwomanblog.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=5591&action=edit
Thank you. She was well into her 90s. I spent most of my life on the other side of the Atlantic from her, but nevertheless she was an important figure in my life as she and her family had taken me in for a couple of years after my mother died (I was only 3 1/2). I am glad I had a chance to see her last spring, but I could tell she was ready to go.
You gave a link in your reply but it’s not something I can open.