Return to Dust (a funny story)

A friend of mine shared stories about her mother. She was caring for her aged mother through stages of Alzheimer's and had many interesting things to share. She could turn a lemon into lemonade on those rough days of tending to her mom. Here's something she shared. I was reminded of this with an article William M. published along with the dry skin that comes with wintery weather.

"She was sitting in her favorite chair by the window. The sunlight streaming in to warm her feeble bones. I noticed her scratching at her arm. She lifted it to the light and scratched, then paused as if watching something. She switched arms and again paused. I was just starting to walk into the room to ask her what was wrong when I heard her soft voice:

'Lord, I know you said "dust thou art and to dust thou shalt return," but I thought surely you would let me wait until after I died.'

I realized then that she indeed was watching something. It was the dry skin flaking off her arms and falling in the sunlight."