Jun 13, 2007 16:17
My mom cried when I told her I had to go after my visit today. I couldn't stay very long and I know that even if I had stayed longer, it wouldn't have changed anything. But it still killed me. She may not remember my name, but she knows I'm someone she loves. I tried to look at her face and somehow recall the person she used to be and I just couldn't. She didn't put together a single coherent sentence during my entire time there.
I don't know how I can be a part of putting her in a nursing home now, even though it's clearly what she needs.
It hurts so badly.