"THE DOOR'S OPEN WHENEVER YOU'RE READY."



A lovely moment at the end of an article about older people and COVID-19 from The Washington Post : 

Faulkner has a background in public health and knows that if her mother developed covid-19, there would be a good chance she would not survive: “At her age and as a diabetic, her risk factors are off the charts in a facility where there have been confirmed cases of the virus.”

But the last time they saw each other before Faulkner returned to Maryland, her mother insisted on a hug.

Faulkner hesitated, then hugged her mother.

“Afterward, I was like, ‘Oh, my God, this was really a transgression,’ ” she said.

Then she thought about it some more. If this was going to be her mother’s last summer on earth, maybe the most important thing to her was to get out and breathe the fresh air.

“I would say her impulse to be outside and to enjoy the world while she has it is instinctive rather than analytical,” she said. “There isn’t a big fear factor going on — she seems to be pretty calm about the whole thing. . . . She said she had a dream in which the Lord was holding the door open for her, saying, ‘Jane, I’m here, the door’s open whenever you’re ready.’ ”

Is Faulkner glad they hugged?



“I am,” she said. “I am.”


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