Glassy Sea - 2023 06 25

 




Last evening two of my brothers took me for a short sailing excursion on English Bay.

This morning Mom was sleeping after her morning juice and tea. I happened past her room and noticed she was awake. When I entered her room I could see she had her hand gently covering the lump in her neck.

The wind was light and we spent part of our time drifting quietly on the glassy sea.

She said, quietly, "I want it to go away now." 

I pulled out my pens and small drawing book. All I can manage these days is a quick sketch.

I replied, "There is a course of treatment, but it means you will need to go into the hospital."

In the distance Point Grey extended northwest, a giant freighter rested on the horizon and a solitary kayaker paddled for the harbour.

She shook her head, "No, not that." 

I replied, "Today will be our best day ever."

We are adrift. We have never been here before. We don't know where we are headed. We are in this together.

I said, "I'll make you a nice bowl of porridge, with salt and raisons and sugar and milk. How would that be?"

Mom smiled and answered, "That will be just fine."

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