My mom lives in a tiny complex of homes that shares a pool area. I was finishing up my twilight dip tonight when a neighbor showed up and asked me to help her cover the pool for the night, which I did. Once she found out I was Monica’s daughter, she told me how much the entire community treasured my mom. She told me of the times she’d laughed with my mother. My mom and dad were among the first settlers to this tiny gated community, and Mom and a few others are the last of that generation to live here. It made me happy to hear the reverence in her neighbor’s voice, to understand in a new way the roots she has here, and that she is an honored elder in this community.
love your writing, all of it
Beautiful meditation on your mom and her community; a wonderful thing to know, as a daughter, I’m sure!