My mother looked like a fragile, new-born little bird as she lay there, her arms covered with splotchy purple and red bruises from all the IV's and needles that had been inserted for tests or to supply nutrients.
It was without a doubt the most difficult moment of my life. My sister Patti was in tears, barely able to stand. Mike and Theresa stood quietly to the side. Tom was outside smoking a cigarette, Kathy, who had been attending to my mom nearly every day, was at work.
My mother was too weak to get up, and talking to us was clearly a strain. I just kept running my hand over her head, and told her I loved her.
My mother looked at me with her translucent blue eyes and told me she loved me, and that she was happy I drove out.
Later, as Tom, Mike, Patti, Theresa and I sat outside in Theresa's backyard, all I could think about was how happy I was that I came out to see her.
My mother is very weak, her health fading more each day. We have no idea how long it will be before she is gone - the Doctors really can't tell us anything. Tom and Patti are staying in San Diego for at least another week. I have too many responsibilities here now.
I will miss my mother.
Well, that's a bit melodramatic.
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