She used to tell me stories about myself. She would tell me about things I didn't remember; about the day I became a big sister, about the day my parents got married, about her brothers and sister. Fast forward 15 years and I get to tell her stories; about herself, about her kids, and about me.
The woman who taught me to never stop working, is now teaching me patience. She is content sitting on the patio watching humming birds for 45 minutes.
Even so, with all that has changed without her permission, what maintains is her love, her courage, and the quality I've always admired most about her- without speaking, she commands the attention of every room she enters.