At the hospital, I find mum. She looks concerned, like I’m not dressed warm enough. I hold her hand, thank her for all she was and kiss her cold frown. On the wall there’s a whiteboard with her name scrawled on it and a section titled Patient’s Needs. It’s blank.
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Very poignant. Well done!
That’s very cool that even though she’s gone, she has a look of concern on her face. With my luck, they’d hang a picture of me that shows constipation on my face and there I’d be from here on out…constipated. Haha.