I talked to her the other day, and knew from what my folks had been telling me that she was in steep decline. Losing weight, on oxygen again, in lots of pain. But if it hadn’t been for Mama and Daddy, who live next door to her, telling me these things, I would never have known. She never, ever complains. She mentioned to me that she had been dreaming lately of family members who had died. Our grandfather Dede. Our grandmother Mullay. Our Aunt Julia. She said they appeared to her in different dreams.
“Did they say anything to you?” I asked her.
“No, they just smiled,” she said.
“Do you think they were preparing you for something?”
“No, I didn’t get that sense.”
Of course she didn’t. Ruthie has so much hope for survival.
But she was wrong. They did come to prepare her. This morning Ruthie died at home.
Rest in peace.