The 88-Year-Old Twins


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Back when I was 16 years old, my Dad took my brother and me on a backpacking trip to Mt. Hood, in Oregon. Until I wrote that last sentence just now, I had never wondered why it was Mt. Hood.

Maybe one reason was that I got to meet my STAR WARS Club pen pal, Michael Matson, in person. (if for some reason the search engines pick up your name and you are reading this, Michael, please leave a note!)

We went to beautiful grottos and had a good fish dinner.

On the hiking trip, we climbed up 20-foot-high piles of volcanic ash from Mt. St. Helen’s, which was the mountain just next door.

There was a gorgeous waterfall hidden deep in the forest.

This was a very memorable hiking trip. It rained and rained–but that is another story.

On one of the days, while we were hiking up a trail, we were suddenly overtaken by two women.

We had from 30 to 40 pound backpacks on our backs.

So did these two ladies.

These two old ladies were double or triple timing us up the mountain!

We called out to them, and they turned around, and we talked for a bit about the hike, and their incredible stamina at their age.

This experience forever changed my ideas on what was possible at any age.

88-year-old twins!

–C.S.

 

“My Dream About My Mother,” by C.S.


I just suddenly remembered that I had a dream two nights ago that my mother had died.

I was in a hospital room and there was a blue blanket and her head was wrapped in a white sheet, but it was not at all weird, but very respectful and comforting. I could somehow see through the sheet, so I knew that it was her.

In the dream, she did not seem old, but like a child. Innocent.

I have never had a dream of such deep piercing sadness as this one. I am getting very emotional just thinking about it now. I guess the dream encapsulated into one image all of the feelings and emotions I have about my mother.

All I regret is that we did not have had a more loving, honest, empathetic, and respectful relationship.

In the dream, I am lifting up her head. I know exactly how this feels, because I have done this with a real dead person, because I worked as a CNA–Certified Nursing Assistant.

In the end, all people want is to have good relationships.

When I was there in the hospital in my dream (and I rarely have dreams ever, because I have sleep apnea), all of my feelings about my mother were in one place, in that room, as I said.

I remember the good things. My mother took me to church and to Sunday School and to good movies in the movie theater. We ate good food in restaurants and she made some good dishes at home. All my favorite things still to this day.

God bless my mother.

This is what I will remember and appreciate my mother for.

–Curtis