There were two incidents that inspired this piece. One was being present as my daughter gave birth to my granddaughter. The attending doctor and nurses were all women. There was a time-stood-still moment as the baby emerged where I was very much aware of the fabric of time, of all the women in my family before me, and all those to come.
The other was when my dad was terminally ill. Four generations of women were there to make sure he was as comfortable as we could make him.
The women in my family are all different, but each a thread in the fabric. I love them all.
We're Not Really Done
8 years ago