Marley, given that I have no children, and neither does Sonja (we both have BFs and mine will likely outlive me, but not if he doesn’t give up those donuts), we both wonder what it will be like when it’s our turn. I think that women inherently understand that it’s our job to be there at the beginning and at the end, if one disregards the battlefield, where it’s still mostly men standing watch to those dying far from family and friends. In every day life, our tribal lives, whatever that may look like, it’s the job of our communities to see us on. As long as we have a tribe, we should be fine. As long as I invest in those around me, I can hope that I have a good passing. I can’t expect it, nor can I demand it. I can hope. But life does have a way of providing payback when we make the commitment to those we love, as both Jill and Sonja found out. Their mothers were always there for them, and as a result, the daughters were there for the mother.

In the largest possible sense, everyone is my family, so if I happen to break my fool neck riding in some remote waystation in the world, and that’s it for me, all I can ask or hope for is a hand to hold. A fervent wish for Godspeed wherever it is I head next. Thanks most kindly for your comments. I think that sons have a very different- and I suspect for some, more difficult time with mothers. The best ones show up. I would wish that for you as I would wish that for us all.

Horizon Huntress, prize-winning author, adventure traveler, boundary-pusher, wilder, veteran, aging vibrantly. I own my sh*t. Let’s play!

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