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Well tomorrow my sisters say we're going to have a family meeting about Mom. Its been three weeks after her surgery and she keeps making progress but.... in the later day her short term memory goes kaput and her left hand is weak though it is improving and it feels so different from before the operation when she drove anywhere she wanted and cooked and cleaned and watered the lawn and I when I'm alone I'll break into tears while silently telling myself that I want to go home with "home" being the way things used to be.
I hate time and death and age and change no matter how many words of wisdom I hear about the subject. I just want to go home. And I know I'm being a big baby and that I'm fortunate to have a prosperous and caring and that I just have to grow up and deal with life.
But I want to go home.
I hate time and death and age and change no matter how many words of wisdom I hear about the subject. I just want to go home. And I know I'm being a big baby and that I'm fortunate to have a prosperous and caring and that I just have to grow up and deal with life.
But I want to go home.