Waiting. Thinking. Remembering. Sleepless. Sad. Numb. Waiting.
Waiting while my mom takes that last step in life, by herself, without my help, to let go of life.
I wait so that I can take a last step as a caregiver ... and finally let go of this woman I call my mother who I have cared for and loved with all my heart.
I am not ready to let go ...
... but she is.