Twilight is technically the time period between sunset and full night, but it can also be the time between sunrise and full light. I’m thinking of the evening twilight. That time when the day becomes smudged before the curtain of darkness descends.
I find that time of day to be intriguing and, for me, somewhat sad. I’m always reluctant to let go of the daylight. With daylight comes hope. The temporary death of the light throws a weighty anchor around my shoulders.
My mom is in her “twilight years.” Whatever that means. It’s true. In her early 90s she is facing the multiple indignities of a long life. Now it may entail moving to assisted living, a discussion we’ve had over and over in the last several months. I can’t imagine what it’s like to lose that feeling of independence. Her peers have pre-deceased her. Her only son left this realm more than twenty years ago, her beloved brother left seven years ago. She’s not ready to leave.
I’m not ready for her to leave. I will be the last living family member. Kind of daunting but thankfully I have wonderful friends. I know my mom can’t be here forever, some of her is already gone. Watching the decline is so difficult. A once proud and vibrant soul is now a shell of what she once was. I absolutely despise this process. But it’s life. I have to accept it. Gives me a new perspective of twilight, I can tell you that.
Stories Are For Eternity 
Food for thought
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