I'm pretty amazed at one thing that's happening. It's the generalized sucking of energy. There is a black hole in place of my mother's heart. Sometimes.

I grieve her passing in stages. I think that's what I'm doing, anyway.

If all I get out of this is tired (ignoring the tears, for a moment), then it is the best I can have. I think so.

She has responded to our attention. She looks forward to meeting with the community care assessment nurse (I think). She said she needed to think about it, but I really think she wants the help, and the human contact. She just can't look too eager.

It's hard to maintain martyr status when you're accepting help that decreases the pain of being a martyr. It remains to be seen just what twist(s) will be put on things. Just exactly how she will reinforce her martyrdom.....as I continue to cut the strings that bind us together.

I am grateful for the opportunity to simply type this, today.

{{{{{{{{{{{{Lar}}}}}}}}}}}}

That's for the little guy. The child within. I know how meaningful this is to him.

Lar