Mysteries

My mom's roommate is dying. I didn't know till I saw the butterflies taped to the outside of the door, signifying this transition. I hadn't seen the door lately because mostly I take my mom out for a walk and don't spend much time in the facility. Outside the room was the usual hubbub of residents wheeling themselves around or being relocated from one place to another, but inside the room was very quiet and peaceful. The roommate was in her bed, obviously, and another resident sat in a chair nearby, napping. I'm glad the roommate had company, as her family is not local, nor present for this event. I said my goodbyes and my mom said something that seemed to indicate an understanding of what is happening.

Later we sat in the shade and held hands.