Rest In Peace
One year ago on Christmas Day, I spent Christmas afternoon in the hospital, sitting beside my Mother and holding her hand. She was very thin and didn't look like my Mother at all. She had tubes stuck in her arm and nose and she could barely stay awake with all the morphine flowing into her veins. But she held my hand and wouldn't let go. She knew it was me, though she never said my name. She was just glad I was there with her.
After a few hours, Mom had great difficulty staying awake, so I released her hand, kissed her forehead, and left the room.
I never saw my Mother again.
Mom died in her sleep one year ago today, December 26. I miss her so.