Talking with Mom
I wasn’t going to ever post this. I never wanted to remember her this way, and in general I don’t.
This was the last visit with mom where she was mostly herself. She was weak from the treatments but she was still mom. Later visits, she would be in and out of lucidity and some of those rare moments of reaching her, I am so thankful for.
I miss her. I’ve never grieved like this before, even still today, two years later.