“Don’t regret the past!”; I hear that time and time again, but you know what? I DO have something in my past I regret: not taking the time to visit my mom BEFORE she got sick.
When I found out she wasn’t doing well, I “finally” drove out there to see her, but by the time I got there, she was a different woman.
The mom I saw wasn’t the mom I remembered, yet now, it’s the only memory I have. At any given moment, when I think about her, I see her slumped in the hospital bed, struggling to breath, barely able to speak.
That’s the memory I have now.
As I walk through the healing of all this, I plan to write, so I hope you’re ready to read.
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