Yesterday I drove down in non-stop rain from Port Angeles in my hot little red Dodge Neon rental car to Tumwater, WA to visit my sis for her 80th birthday. I hadn't seen her for almost two years--at our eldest sister's funeral. I only have two sisters left now. I pulled in her garage, she greeted me, and we held each other for several minutes, me weeping with absolute joy the whole time. Scared her, I think. Both my sis and brother-in-law, the most vital, alive people you can imagine, are using walkers and are beginning to fail, especially John who has Parkinsons Disease and several other diseases. So, so sad--this man a bomber pilot in WW II at the age of 19.
Last night I took them for dinner at their favorite Tumwater restaurant--Falls Terrace by what used to be the Olympia Brewery. This morning we met several of their friends, most in their mid to late 80s at Coco's and lots of talk about aches, pains, etc. took place. I was royally warned to be traveling now because you definitely can't do much of it when your health begins to fail. An almost overwhelming sadness enveloped me for all their narrowed down lives--and yet, that's what life is about--full circle.
I discovered Shelton yesterday--filled with antique and thrift shops and will stop there on my way back to Port Angeles. All of you Washingtonians, you have a very beautiful state--so much more reasonable to live in than Southern California. If I could just get my whole family to move up here.