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Loving, Living, Ageing, and Dying
“Life is no brief candle to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got a hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.” — George Bernard Shaw
I visited my Sponsor one morning before sunrise, and we talked about loving, living, ageing, and dying.
I’d been out of communication with Mammy Dear for over a month after calling back and forth and leaving messages without response. I knew something was wrong and decided to visit her one morning before sunrise. When I arrived at the door, I heard faint voices from within and pushed slowly. Our eyes met from across the hall, and she gave a welcoming smile spread across a somewhat tired face.
“Bill, welcome, son. I’ve missed you. Sorry I didn’t remember to let you know I was travelling, and I know you’ve tried reaching me. I just arrived last night. My husband have been sick, as you know but, it got worse, and we had to leave the country. But God’s good. I’m glad we’re back here now”, she said. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear. And welcome back ma’am” I said.
I joined her at the dining table with Mr. Dauphin, her husband, scripts of tablets spread across, a sphygmomanometer, a dosette box, a pot of porridge, and a cup of Lipton tea…
