The Yellow Garden Hose June 2019
This July Aunt Vicky turned 101, a milestone no one would have predicted. She’s lost much – her voice a hoarse undecipherable whisper, her memories jumbled and short-lived. Her sole method of transportation is a wheel chair. For a dozen years Hallworth House has been her home and when I visit I’m not even sure if she knows who I am, just a familiar sight that appears periodically, unannounced and unanticipated.
The other day I caught a glimpse of the woman I once knew. We were looking at the newspaper, she reading the headlines (miraculously she needs no glasses) and me trying to find stories and pictures I know she would like. There was a front page article on the Bristol Art Museum and she saw it. Vicky looked at me and pointed to the word “art.” She did it a few times, making sure I saw the article and understood that somewhere in her mind she still knows who I am and what I do.
If years can coalesce into a single moment, they did so that day- a collage of memories of the good and bad times we shared. We are vastly different women living dissimilar lives, but we share the same fierce fighting spirit that makes us never even consider letting go.