My Mother’s Last Breath
This is the first day of the rest of my life without my mother
The room is empty. Yesterday, it was full. Caregivers, hospice nurses, family members bustled in and out, creating the chaos and stir that goes with life.
My mother still breathed and groaned and sipped Ensure through the straw I held to her cracked lips. My hands caressed her mottled, sunken…