"She could no longer speak..."
Mi-ma’s health became poor due to many years of smoking. The doctor asked her to stop but she never did. She would hide it, smoke in her bathroom. We all knew but never said a word. She found herself getting worse, with a persistent cough and frail veins. With deteriorated eyesight, reading became difficult.
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.
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.
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