Mom is failing fast. Swallowing worse, still choking. Matter of time, is now being kept comfortable and that is about it. I am consumed by the sadness and yet waiting for the other shoe to finally drop...in peace.
I am failing fast. I have not made any art. I have not written as I promised. I am consumed by a racing yet drifting mind.
Sometimes people just need to permission to go. I gave her permission though I doubt she understood. Now, I just wish God would give her permission.
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