The man and I always like to visit Aunt E. She's a very sweet old lady. I just met her last year, but I've grown rather fond of her. Like I said, I take to old people easier than I take to children. I wonder if me liking autumn better than spring has anything to do with that. I even like the bleakness of winter, except for the part where it snows and it's really cold.
Despite us telling Aunt E that we'll take care of the food, she still made dips, toasted the seaweed bits and picked the last of cheery red tomatoes from her garden for us. We sorted out the soup and the egg fried rice for her. Then, we made sure she had enough food in her fridge for the week so that they could just be heated up. She wouldn't have to go through the whole tiresome business of cooking and washing up.
I wonder how many more winters are left for Aunt E. 3, maybe? 5? I can't bear to think of how it will be when she passes. I always have an intuition about this sort of things, like the way I knew when it would all end for my grandparents. So while I still have a tiny window of time to make the visits happen, I want to do so. It's very clear that she won't be able to fly to Singapore again, not with arthritis and age. It's a very tough trip for her to make. As it is, she can't do the tube and trains to Londontown anymore. But hell, she can drive! She still drives!
Lunch was a very happy affair. When time is short, we treasure all the memories and the laughter. We can't wait to see her again next week.