I am in the midst of one of life’s crisis situations: my mother is dying of emphysema. I live far away, and when I got the call about the emergency, I was literally on my way to the airport for a planned tropical vacation. I turned around, went home, dumped out the bikinis and tossed in a sweater and a couple of t shirts, and raced back to the airport to fly to her home and take care of her.

It’s interesting to note the role of clothing in all this (in my few free minutes). I packed in a panic, not knowing how long I would need to stay or what the weather would be, so nothing matches or makes sense together. Of course how I look doesn’t matter now. But what surprises me is how COLD I am! I just can’t get warm, it’s like a spiritual freeze or something.

My lovely sister in law sent me a box of chocolates, tea, and fuzzy socks. It was so kind, it made me cry in a good way.

Sorry for the downer long post— but I thought this group would appreciate the importance of our outer wrappings at difficult times. Any stories you’d like to share?