Hey Beth

I went to bed at 12 midnight, read a bit. Did fall asleep until 4am then tossed and turned until 7-9. So 5-6 hours it was. A bit better but not great. The saddest thing was a dream, an apocalyptic dream. We’re fighting for survival and mum turns to me wanting to die cause she’s tired. I’ve been getting those vibes from her for a couple weeks. Ever since her 93rd birthday. She has arthritis and aches everyday. It wears her down. She’s had her second shot and I’ve my first so as soon as the end of April I could drive her to her brothers house about 50-60 minutes away. I think seeing them would do her good.