It was just time.
When my mother was dying she called me into her room and said, “Age isn’t what you think it is. It’s just time.” Her eyes glazed over, she looked at the sun, and continued, “It’s not how you feel, what you do, or where you are. It’s just time.”
Time had given her thirty years. Eleven of those years, she spent with me. Then she left.
It was just time.
Thees and Thous 