loss of mother

Talking and Listening

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. She was worse the next morning so we went to the hospital. She didn't come home again, but I know she is home. I am muddling through my days right now but am functional, if only at half speed. I miss her deeply. Read more »

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