Family

So today was a good day.
We went out and did the Farmer's market shopping, knife sharpening, little gifts and consumables, and eventually the cheese and Dairy shop in town (somewhere in Oregon).
My mom (all of 97 3/4 years of  experience) walked and enjoyed... something that becomes rarer as time grows short.  And it does grow short, I know.

Only last year, we thought we were going to lose her because she broke her femur / hip in a fall, and yet she recovered.  She's still not walking 2 miles a day, but she's doing at least a half-mile and the exercise room pretty much daily.  At 97 remember.  Her brother is 101, and still with us, abiet somewhat more frail.

My boot (Nevados hiking boot) lost it's heel, and the local cobbler in town fixed it for free.
It doesn't get any better than that.

I bought cheese, my mom had ice cream, it was a good afternoon.

Then, a friend and his wife came over (30 minute drive) to have dinner with us (sister, sister's partner, mom and myself).  Between dinner and a board game (Meme) afterwards, I felt like a real person.

I even talked to my neighbor, who is supporting the effort at home to maintain normalcy.

Life is good.

So why do I feel sad?