Have you ever been waited for? Like, really waited for? My kids and I landed in Michigan a week ago to visit my terminally ill mother. That very same day, the dam broke and the floodwaters raged through. She had been pushing so hard, holding so tightly, clinging so desperately.
She saw our faces, and it was as if she exhaled.
People tell me that she was waiting for me. What an odd feeling. Indescribably odd.
And now she has moved to a new facility, a gorgeous and wonderful facility. But as much as they try to make it like 'home', it is what it is. A holding cell. A waiting room for eternity.
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