As Deaths go, it was goodThe primary focus for my mother’s life had always been her family. That was why we all knew that it was important for my brother to make it all the way from California, and when it looked like her health was going down hill rapidly, he looked for an earlier… Continue reading As Deaths go, it was good
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Sitting up with Mother
Sitting up with MotherI think I feel rather numb, here at one thirty in the morning, sitting beside her bed in room 115 at the hospice. She has to be doped with morphene to be able to breathe without excessive pain. As it is, she is still moaning from some discomfort every minute or so.… Continue reading Sitting up with Mother