My Mom's change was sudden. But my Dad was without her while she was in the hospital for 10 days? Not to mention the months before hand of solo day visits. They finally let him come in to visit, because she was declining so quickly.
One day she responded to my text, answered her phone, the next, silence. By the time I got there, she couldn't speak anymore. I have no idea if she truly heard me, understood me. She seemed there for moments, and gone others. And we were *lucky* to be let in at all.
I can't even imagine the grief when you're separated. The very fact that I could at least try to hold my Mom's hand (which, let's be fair, sometimes she did NOT seem to like. Fitting, really) and tell her a few things was really important, but in some ways I still feel robbed.
I couldn't go home to visit. I saved things I wanted to say because I thought I had more time. Or, didn't expect to have to say them at all. I have to hang on to what I did do, and let the rest go at some point. But the layers of shit of 2020 are thick and hard to leave behind...
Anyway. This was comforting to read in some ways.
Probably very difficult to write.
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