A Visit from Former Neighbors, 2014

The hospital released mom five days prior to this day in 2014, and mom was still recovering from her bouts of cellulitis and fevers from infections when we heard a knock at the door. I answered, and three strange (to me) elderly women and men stood there asking if mom was home. As soon as my mother heard their voices, she was up and shuffling into the foyer to greet the women and their husbands, who turned out to be former friends and neighbors of hers from South Carolina. My parents lived in South Carolina during the 1980s, so they last saw each other almost three decades before this visit.

The women had decided among themselves that they were going to travel to Virginia to see mom for the last time. They had a few plans up their sleeves, and once they settled in for the visit, one of the women approached me to tell me they were intent on cooking breakfast for mom the next morning. They had booked hotel rooms, and they were going out to eat with their husbands that evening. They spent several hours with mom until they saw she was fading. 

I took the photo shown here and I obscured her friends' faces. One, because I don't know if they're still alive; and two, because I haven't received permission from them to show their images, even if I knew how to get in touch with them. I wanted to tell my mother she shouldn't wear green, as that outfit seemed to match her complexion that day. But, I wanted her to be happy, and she was beside herself. I think she knew, deep in her heart, that she had some loyal fans somewhere on this continent.

The next morning, the three woman arrived at 9 a.m. to cook for mom, and mom was shocked. She was still floating on the visit the previous day, and had no clue they were arriving again to cook an omelette for her, something she was craving (that was my tip to her friends the previous day).

I stood by to tell the women where to find certain items, and I think--but I'm not sure--that I set the table. I don't remember, either, if dad put the leaf in the table to extend it to seat more people. I was just busy watching mom and tending to her friends, so I'm glad I took that one photo to help jog my memory about my mother's reactions. I think I took another photo of her friends in that tiny kitchen, jostling for space, but I remember it being a dark photo, too dark to use for anything other than memories. I don't even remember if their husbands came with them or not.

I just remember that this event was a great memory for mom, and I think this visit was the best thing to happen to her since she was first diagnosed. My heart goes out to these women, still unknown to me, to thank them for what they did.