Wednesday, December 04, 2013
How were you born?
It got me thinking. What she said.
I'd asked her why she couldn't be all by herself in her home. She's a long term widow of perhaps 20 years. Nudging her way to 90. But very active. She has 8 children, all grown and gone. All university graduates. All devoted to her. She still misses her husband.
The odd thing is: She can't be alone at night. So if one of her daughters can't make her way out of town for the night she has different villagers stay with her.
"My goodness," I say to her, we are very free with each other in questions now. We like each other.
"Surely you must have stayed alone at least one night in your life?"
"Ah no, no," she responds, shaking her lovely head. She has one of those heads like on an old Roman coin. Regal.
"No, I never did. Not once. You see, my darling, I was born lonely."
So, like I said, it got me thinking.
I was born crowded. A first grandchild. Aunts, uncles, grandparents, relatives. I was held and carried so much I didn't walk for ages. No need.
Is that why I love being alone while others crave company?