Unabridged from my Bonus Years column in the Lifestyle section of The Sunday Capital, Annapolis, Maryland.
The vigil. It began 12 days ago when we received a phone call from family friends who’ve retired in Florida. They had stopped by to visit my mother, known to her friends as Ginny. Ginny is “97 and three-fourths” – her words – and has lived independently on Ft. Myers Beach since 1982 where she and my father retired, though my father, a picture of good health at the time, passed away a few months later. When we answered the phone around 5:00 pm, we learned she had a worrisome inflammation of the tissues in her legs (called cellulitis) – a serious and sometimes life-threatening condition. Our friends – one a retired physician – called 911 to get her to the emergency room.