Gwyn's Last Days at Little Oberon

In January of 2016, my son was swallowing pool water in the Junior Swimming Championships. Gwyn hinted that these would likely be her last days at Little Oberon but that change of address never seemed to come. I understood a thing or two about nesting, the pull of the comforting and familiar when the years start to mount up. There she was Totally grey now, having made no effort to dye her hair or anything. Looking a little frail and tired, but otherwise much the same as I remembered her from our first introduction, thirteen years before. Big smile when I sat down, big hug just like she used to do.