I really wanted to start my entries with memories of family life with Twilah. I'm not sure if it was once a week or simply a few times in my life, but I have a beautiful image of sneeking down the purple carpetted hall on Nanterre to the refuge of Twilah's bed late at night. It was inevitable that Tommy would have arrived before me, tucked in and spooning with Twilah under her black and white comforter. She would have Ming, the massive tomcat, wrapped around her head sleeping so peacefully. I don't think I woke her when I slipped in behind the crook of her legs laying my head on her calf. It was such a safe and comforting feeling to be close to Twilah. Sleep would come quickly.
To explain why I chose Twilah's bed, when I had no bed of my own but a place in either Marilee's or Laurie's bed, is difficult. I think it is something we all felt with her. Twilah exuded strength, confidence and above all a love beyond compare.
Making arrangements for my last visit to see Twilah, she said to me, " there's always room for family, Jammie. (She was having her house renovated and Phill's sister Pat was visiting.) I'll kick Phill out to the couch and you and I can share my bed". I wish I had taken her up on the offer and then had the memory of one last cuddle in Twilah's warm bed. :(
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