Aunt Ruth and I have been waiting for a publisher. It is a hard time to sell a book of photographs and thoughts about love, life, aging, and ideas of how ordinary people can make a difference in the world.
Aunt Ruth is used to waiting. She survived the loss of her husband, her children, and all of her siblings. She waited for 3 years for me to finish photographing her. We waited for my son's wedding this past May, to see my sister, Jane. Aunt Ruth hadn't seen her niece in 3 years. Travel is hard for both of them. Aunt Ruth is 93, and Jane's 30-year siege with rheumatoid arthritis confined her to a wheelchair.
The wedding was beautiful; the reunion incredible. The wait was over.
My sister, Jane, died recently, and I have now lost both of my sisters within the last 10 months. Phyllis passed away in October. I didn't wait for Aunt Ruth's arms to hold me. She offered them immediately. She understands what my friend, the artist, Karen Sandstrom, wrote to me: