Friday, September 4, 2009
Now the Day Is Ended
But as age began to take its toll, she could no longer live alone. Firm in the face of the inevitable, she decided to go into a nursing home. I adopted her old dog Molly and Eileen made the best of institutional life.
I visited as often as I could and she was always eager for news of Molly and news of my alleged career. Her window sill had been turned into a bookshelf --"At least I can still read," she said often.
It was about two weeks ago that I saw her -- cheerful, though it was obvious she was in pain. Most of her days were spent in bed, due to her osteoporosis. But she didn't want to talk about that. She had her memories of her happy times.
Eileen passed away Sunday night -- pneumonia, 'the old person's friend' it's sometimes called. I can't be sad -- what was sad was seeing such a vital spirit trapped in a failing body.
Goodbye, Eileen. You were an inspiration.