Almost 19 years ago it came to light that my adorable husband had a cousin he had not seen in years, living just North of us. I was soon swept up in her love of Easter. Her small house, crammed with local nephews and nieces and cousins was full of joy and great food. She taught us that you don’t have to be rich, or live in a “fine” house, or have matching Noritake China and Waterford glasses. We grabbed whatever chair was available and pulled it up to her folding dinner table set up in her tiny living room. Flowers abounded as did pastel colours. She decorated note cards with our names as place cards. Each had our name and were festooned with stickers specific to our likes and our personalities.
We then, over wine and amazing hor’s doeuvres, regaled each other with stories relating to each. She and I would kayak together. She loves dogs. Even her Archie who sometimes swiped a snack off the counter and at one time had caused a disaster by jumping up onto the counter and eating a chocolate cake. He survived.
Now, she is in a nursing home. We try to get up to see her as often as we can, but not this month it seems. So, we will write her letters and perhaps make some note cards for her to put in her window. Isolation can be good for those of us out in the woods with our dogs and horses. How lonely to be in lock down in a Nursing home. Take a moment and write a note to someone you love who is sequestered away. Today, my husband’s cousin, his sister, and my grandson shall all be recipients.
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