Good Morning 11-1-26
When my mother died in 2013, it nearly broke my father. He and my sisters were there on her last night at home as Mom lay on her bed in agony, but hating the taste of the morphine swabs given to “take the edge off.” Dad lay on the bed next to her, sobbing with grief and unable to assist in anything that might cause Mom even an ounce more of pain. The promise Dad made to Mom was that they would not spend a single night apart no matter how difficult it might be. He would not put her … Continue reading Good Morning 11-1-26
