Still waiting

I’m still getting over the virus I had, and can only manage half a day on normal activities before I get tired. That’s OK. I have a safe warm house, and nothing pressing that I must do. Yesterday I was lying on the sofa by the fire looking out at the bare branches of the mock orange against the cold sky, and missing my mother. I'd spoken to one sister on the phone in the morning, had an email from the other, and I’d emailed both my brothers. We keep in touch. I love them all. I’m very lucky. Sometimes, though, I feel as if we’re chatting amongst ourselves and keeping each other company while we wait for Ma to come back.