It Helped to Have a Proactive Mom
Eleven years before my Mom died, she sat me and my sisters down for “the talk” about her will and other “days end” planning. She was only 65 at the time, and we kids didn’t want to talk about it, since she was perfectly fine. But she made us do it anyway, in part because…
Read MoreWe Lived Her Dying Like We Lived Her Living
Lots of crazy things happened while I was caring for my Mom – some of them really, really good, and some of them not so good at all. Words were said that can never be taken back. But through it all, my sisters and I are agreed that “we lived her dying just as we…
Read MoreWhen is Enough Enough?
I admit it. I hid the bell. I deep-sixed it in a basket full of towels way in the back of the closet in the guest bedroom, where I knew my mother couldn’t go to look for it, since it was far more than 20 steps from her deathbed. It was a little brass bell…
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