The last time that I took mother for a walk, she lagged behind and said she could not. I coaxed her saying, look, here are your favorite birds, cardinals, come see. No, no she said, so we sat on a bench, this bench. After she passed in late 2013, I took a winter walk alone, and there was our bench, covered with snow.
Caption: The Bench Where Mother and I Sat Last Autumn Is Covered With Snow
by Annmarie Throckmorton 2013.