Wow...I don't know what to say. Thank you very much.
It's a time for great humility. It's time for ultimate patience. It's a time to ponder on mortality. A time for being lucid. A time for being vunerable.
It's my Mommy. Damn it. She's not ready to go, and we are not ready for her to go.
How in the hell do you resolve that? I have no idea. I feel like an open wound.
I broke out in hives yesterday. It's all over my chest. I have felt calm this last couple of weeks, but I guess my body is telling me differently.