...last night.
My mother called my name, no, really she cried out for me, urgently, and I could hear the fear in her voice. I tried to jump out of bed, but someone had tied the sheets around my ankles. I struggled and struggled, kicking, my heart pounding and then she cried out again.
...and I start to cry.
Why would someone tie sheets around my ankles? Why can't I stand up? What's happening? I have to get to her. She needs me.
Matthew reaches out and touches my arm pulling me out of the darkness of a bad dream. The familiar touch of someone I have lain next to for 35 years is enough. He knows to just touch me and I will come back to where I really am. The warmth of his hand slows my heart and my breathing starts to follow his slow, relaxed pace.
...and I spend the rest of the night with the word ringing through my head...
...hospice.
13 years ago
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Oh mother, I try and try to understand, feel and get what you are going through, and I then I think if that were you in her position and me in yours I don’t know how I would get through it. It’s like Grandma said, “it was you and her against the entire world”. All I can say is that it will be alright, we will get you and her through this next chapter in life. We will be a family for all eternity. Love you more.
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