"She could no longer speak..."
I remember opening the large door to her room. Inside was cold and uninviting. Mi-ma was lying in a Hospice bed, surrounded by those who loved her. I was told earlier that it wouldn’t be much longer.
I cautiously walked to the bed and reached for her hand. She watched me with her warm eyes and squeezed my hand as best she could. I told her everything was going to be ok and that I loved her. Mi-ma smiled and nodded her head. She could no longer speak, but I saw the struggle and desire to do so – the desperation on her face to have one more talk. I kissed her cheek and left the room in tears.