Photo circa: January 25, 2007
Abby loved drinking from the faucets.
This was taken in our old kitchen before we remodeled.
A lasting memory she gave me was the day before she left for the Bridge.
It was Sunday, August 11th. Nearly one month ago.
She had gotten up out of the chair she had been in nearly all day.
She headed towards the door. Then she sat down.She was exhausted.
I had a cup of water for myself and I went over to the sink to refill it.
When she heard me turn the water on, she got up,which I now know was
very hard for her, and came towards me by the sink. I knew exactly what she wanted.
You see she used to do this every evening. It was a ritual.
So I gently picked her up and put her on the counter top. She came over to
the tap and I cupped my hands together, so she could drink out of them.
She was so tired, she could barely stand. It was one moment of clarity that
I had when I saw how much her illnesses had taken it's toll of her. But, that
veil of knowledge was briefly dimmed because I wanted to see how
hard she was trying. She drank and drank and I was so glad we had this
moment, especially now. She so loved getting that fresh drink herself.
Then I picked her up and told her proud I was of her and carried her back to the chair.
This is such a special bittersweet memory but ONE I am honored Abby gave me, one last time.
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