A Muse on Mutual Need.

Following on from the last post, there was something else I remembered about my walks to the town centre. I would often see a couple walking up and down the hill, apparently a mother and son judging by their body language. He looked to be in his mid forties, and she thirty or so years older. They gave the appearance of being exclusive to themselves and inseparable, a visible exposition of symbiosis – she needing his support as she grew increasingly frail, and he never having relinquished the need of her maternal presence. I used to wonder how such a man would cope when his mother passed beyond his reach.

I saw him again a few months ago, alone that time. He seemed to be coping.