
I am going through my days as usual, visiting, shopping, doing chores, enjoying grandchildren. In the back of my head I am screaming --my mother is dying. How will I continue on without her? I know I will -- I have no choice. The tears are hiding just under the service , waiting to betray me.
I never know what to expect when I come to see her. Most of the time she is asleep. But every now and then she surprises me -- like today -- the NA came in to feed her. She woke up and recognized me. She ate a few bites and then went back to sleep. How am I suppose to make the choices I have to make when she looks at me and smiles. I called my sister and told her she may want to come to see Mom now.
- Linda Shumaker uses BlogPress from my iPhone
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