My 95 year old aunt is dying. It has been a rough two years for her since my uncle passed away. I have tried to make sure that my mother has been able to visit her sister-in-law often, but there have been more bad days than goods days lately for my 99 year old mother, so time between visits has gotten longer and longer. However, last Wednesday was a good day, and we were able to visit my aunt. With my mom in her wheelchair and my aunt laying in her bed the two were able to share what will probably be their last visit.
Long ago my aunt shared the story of how my uncle told her she just had to love my mom because she was like a mother to him growing up. That seemed odd in a sense because my mom and uncle were not that far apart in age, but my mom was the one who was always there while my widowed grandmother worked as the sole supporter, raising her five children. So, to him my mom was like a mother. My aunt took his words to heart, because she has always loved my mom, and my mom has always loved her. It was a struggle for my mom to stand and kiss my aunt good-bye but she did, and I heard them both whisper, "I love you!"
Treat older women as you would your mother, and treat younger women with all purity as you would your own sisters. 1 Timothy 5:1-2
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