I Had To Let Her Go

Saying goodbye to my mom

Image courtesy of Pezibear, courtesy of Pixabay

Eight months after my dad died, I was standing at my mom’s hospital bedside watching as she slept. Her chest rose and fell easily because of the constant flow of oxygen from her nasal cannula.

Her emphysema was not a surprise, given her 50 year, 3 pack a day smoking habit. There was nothing anyone could do for her now except make her comfortable as she waited to…