March 27, 2013 - The Evening, the Morning...

and What Happened in Between

 

Off the front deck - sunset

From the back deck - sunrise

The "what happened in between" involves a good friend, her sister, her mother, and a posse of sheriffs and friends.  My friend's mom has dementia, and is always trying to walk back to Idaho.  Last night, she made some good progress in that direction.  (Yes, she was going in the right direction.)  She made it several miles, before being found by, or finding, some good people who took her in.  Meanwhile, I sat with my friend's sister, as my eyesight makes me a lousy scout at night.  The call for help came well after I'd taken the top photo - but I was back home by 10:00, in time for a normal bedtime, so I could get up and take the lower photo.

 

Mom was well, and actually looked happy and invigorated by the exercise (and perhaps the tea and cookies offered by those who located her.)  The sisters were, of course, distraught, exhausted, between tears and laughter.  (They had just located a secure home for Mom that day!)  All the friends and sheriffs that helped in the search...well, what can you say?  That's what community is for, after all!  The beauty of friends, of friendship, of love, of love that goes so deep that lots of people go out and look for a wandering woman...for it is love that calls us into such places.  And so, Maundy Thursday begins.  Maundy, for the Latin, mandatum.  "A new command I give you, that you love one another."