There is one nurse here that has actually become a good friend.
I follow her as she does the med pass and we talk and joke. It’s a refreshing change to have a female friend that is a friend and not a possible bed mate not that I wouldn't sleep with this woman, I would but she is married and I swore after the last married affair that there would not be another.
Every day mom gets a little worse, closer to that day when it is all over. I never imagined it to be so difficult, so painful. Mom sleeps while I relive our entire lives together. Mom deserved a better life than she got from four boys and an asshole for a husband and the truth of the matter is my dad was an asshat. He was mean, spiteful and hateful. It affected each of us boys differently.
I can't seem to stop going and sitting with her. I talk to her as I sit there. Talk to her as if she can hear me. I feel a strange responsibility. I am all mom has. Crippled up broke down Mical.
She didn't think she was going to pass. She tilted to the left of her wheelchair and rolled to the floor suffering respiratory failure. Three weeks later she is gone. Mom, 1/21/17.