Yesterday we had one of the most humid days of the summer. When you walked outside from an A/Ced space, your glasses (or at least my glasses) fogged up. And the air felt like a second skin.
Then we had a great big, fat rainstorm formerly known as Hurricane Earl. The sound of the rain was like waves on the roof but there was little wind.
Today, it's dry, sunny and breezy.
Mom does not rouse, has stopped drinking completely, and is now getting liquid morphine every four hours. She is changing, turning to the next place before our eyes.
We all have our turn. Everything changes.
Dear Sonja, Glad to read your web site. But sorry to read of your mother's decline. I'm a writer/editor who attended one of your talks in Hanover. Good wishes from Carole Spearin McCauley, Hanover. 603-643-4411. Your newest book sounds very useful. Do hope we can talk sometime. I'm away in Berkshires from October 2-16 working on a sequel novel to How She Saved Her Life--but here on Lyme Road otherwise.
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ReplyDeleteyou are in my thoughts... Such a difficult thing to go through... hugs
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