It’s been 4 1/2 weeks since mom died. It feels like four and a half days, or hours. I can hardly believe it, actually, except that she isn’t here. And that is so profoundly real. This daily realization makes mornings especially painful. Mom talked alot...
It’s been two-and-one-half weeks now since my mother died. I spend a lot of time reflecting on her final days. She basked in the physical touch and expressions of love that our family was given the gift of giving her. I treasure the moments of stroking her...
Two weeks ago today, I went to my mom’s house to meet a caretaker and an oxygen supply person to arrange increased in-home support for her. Mom had declined since I had last seen her, two days before, and didn’t look good, so I stayed with her that night....
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