Sunday, November 22, 2009

Where's her village?

Marion, an ex-bank officer, still wears matching outfits--velour sweats instead of suits.  Eighty-plus, childless and prone to confusion, she cries over lost independence.

Her visiting nurse calls often with updates: “Forgets food and medications", "oxygen off", "legs swollen”.

A Midwestern brother visits.  He doesn’t phone, he leaves no plan.  Marion muddles on, missing meds and meals.

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