It was only a few days ago that my family gathered in an intensive care room surrounding my mom bed. I remember feeling defeated as we heard the news. Emotionally, we had to face the truth and accept Mom’s illness. The hollow in my sole started forming, an empty space where Mom connects to me started to hurt. The pain of losing my mom was becoming real.
Sunday, I arrived at the hospital to I find Mom sitting watching TV and eating her lunch. She asks what all the fuss was about. She doesn’t remember the past week. It’s like nothing. She looks like nothing happened to her.
Part of me thinks that she is fighting to get through this weekend and it will only be a matter of time. No one knows. It could be a week or it could be months. All I know is that today, I am grateful I get to talk to Mom for another day. My sole rejoices, that today, I have this much more time with her.