You are at
work when the call comes you have been expecting it and your sister says you
better get on the plane RIGHT NOW and you are like oh God this is it and the
whole flight you are praying for her not to die you want her to at least live
long enough that you can see her one more time and say goodbye at least say
goodbye and apologize to her not for one specific thing but you guess for your entire
relationship and you swear it is the longest flight ever and then when you get
there and your brother picks you up he tells you how bad it really is and when
you finally FINALLY get to the house she can barely breathe but she is alive
still alive and talking a little bit and she totally knows who you are and you
sit up with her all night even though the hospice nurse is there by this point
and you get no sleep and the nurse says you should really consider giving her
some morphine but your sister doesn’t want to and your brother does you are on
the fence the whole thing is such a blur so fast and yet so slow and so many
memories in that house too.
Your mom
dies five days later. You are there.
