day 10 in ICU – afternoon
My mother is dying.
I feel like it is a dream.
I am here.
Have been here for 10 days.
I knew it was serious.
A few days ago I even knew it was very fragile.
A day ago I knew it was critical.
I could see and understand what was happening.
Today I was reminded again that it is probable.
But I still get this feeling of shock over me every few hours.
I keep forgetting what it really means.
She is leaving. No more phone calls. No more late night stories.
Today it is real.