Praying with Aunt Sally
We huddled outside her window, bundled against the damp December wind. Pandemic protocol prevented us from entering the memory-care facility. This Christmas season, it was the best we could do for Aunt Sally.
We waited expectantly as the caretaker tucked a blanket around the frail woman and gently placed a Santa Claus hat on her head. Then she slid the window open.
My aged aunt, nearly 90, looked startled when she heard the voices outside. Then she spied her daughter’s bright face. Despite our masks, the light of recognition clicked on in Aunt Sally’s eyes.
