The Rainbow Comes And Goes: A Mother And Son On Life, Love, And Loss - Plot & Excerpts
I knew the excitement, the anticipation that girl felt, and in knowing, I became, for an instant, seventeen once again. But I am not seventeen. I am ninety-one. No longer can I stride or hasten. I was unaware that if I lived long enough, there would come a time when this would be impossible. When I was seventeen this never crossed my mind; nor did it as the years passed and I got older. I was aware that “old age” happened, but to other people, not to me. Perhaps it’s because, as a child, I did not have parents and siblings as most people do, and I didn’t experience the circling spans of life and death. My first reaction upon reaching ninety-one is surprise. How did it happen so quickly? Am I ready for it? If I am ninety-one, it means my time on this earth is racing to the finish line. Will I have the power to complete the race with a badge of courage, leaving those I love with a memory of me that will sustain them and give them strength when I am gone? Until I fell ill with influenza and asthma this year, I believed my best years were ahead.
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