Okay Mom. Will do.
Category: Family
War Stories
Bless the ships at sea and the boys and girls in khaki.
What remains.
As my mother was dying, I came across the picture that accompanies this post, a picture I’d never seen before. I’ve looked at it over
The Dressing Table
Granted such a desire may seem strange. After all, it’s not 1964 and I am not a woman who spends time carefully preparing for a leisurely day of bridge and shopping. These days the dressing table seems a relic from another time, full of memories perhaps, but in no way a necessity.
When Days End
Perhaps you wonder why I write about all of this. This is the third post I’ve written about my mom’s death. And it may not be the last. Is she paralyzed by grief you might ask? No. Is she okay? Yes, I am okay. But life is busy and death is such a demanding teacher…
When we’ve opened a vein…
In the end, my mother died of hypovolemic shock. This means that during the 48 or so hours between when we decided to stop treatment