There’s Nothing You Can Do

I don't remember how the conversation started, but I do remember the point of it. "You can't worry," said told me.  "When my mom died, you didn't cry.  And I was so angry."  She gritted her teeth, remember her anger and frustration.  "With everything that I went through, the singles and going to the hospital, … Continue reading There’s Nothing You Can Do

Don’t Scare Me Like That

"What's that for?" Mom asked.  "In case you go to surgery" the nurse said as she inserted a needle into my mom's arm.  We looked at each other.  Surgery.  It was not a word that I wanted to hear at this time.  It was now very scared, and I was not afraid to show it. … Continue reading Don’t Scare Me Like That