I am dreading going to visit my mom this weekend. This may be the end. I want to spend as much time with her as possible, what I used to hope would be quality time is now just time sitting with her, hoping she will eat or drink, making sure she is not in too much pain.
I remind myself that we only have this moment. It is a moment when I can be with her. I am not sure if she will know that it is me that is with her, if she will even be aware that anyone is there.
But somehow I think that she will know that she is loved.
I would like to put this trip off for another day or two, or more, but I know I can't.
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