Haven't posted in a long time. Should update this at somepoint. My mother, Mary, passed away last August from late stage breast cancer that had spread to her brain and beyond. We were estranged for 20 years, and I can't say I really wanted to know much more about her. But due to her circumstances, I was called in about 5 weeks before she passed as the only next of kin willing to step up. Into the nursing home by my house, and Marty (also hadn't seen in 20+ years) agreed to come from S. C. to see her friend. For four weeks she slowly deteriorated; but that time with her was important. Her life was beyond her capability, and for that I hope at least her last days were comfortable. The last days were so hard, you could understand the pain and hardship she had gone through. Many times she would awake confused, and try to climb off the bed and put her arms out to you crying, please help me, don't hit me, I won't run away. Broke my heart. Many thanks to Marty for coming and filling in the spaces of time and gaps of her life; and how Mary really felt and about her life. Mary was too fragile for this world. May she now rest in peace.
