Think'n of ya Auntie M

In the past on Halloween I would receive a phone call at Dad’s from Aunt Mary, that is until last year, her voice gone and her ability to hold the phone taken away as her ALS progressed. The silence of the phone a bitter reminder that she was trapped in the failing body. I won’t feel as sad this year because she’s free of the horror, this disease takes your dignity when your body fails you. She can sing now and laugh, she can talk and run, God has liberated her.
I’ll cherish those calls to sing to me forever.