The one that I’ve been dreading for almost a year and a half.
My Dad called this morning to say that it’s time. It’s time to start making final arrangement and calling family together. It’s time to say good-bye. The doctor says that maybe my Mom will last a month at the most – but he really doesn’t think it will be that long.
I knew it was coming. I had a feeling it would be soon. I felt like she was holding on until after the cruise – and even on the cruise she didn’t look good, didn’t eat much, and slept a lot. She’s not really living. I don’t want her to be miserable just because I can’t bear the thought of her not being around anymore.
I’m trying really hard not to be selfish.