March #SOLC Day 15
I am sitting on her bed. She walks toward me slowly. Slightly bent over. Her left foot pointing off to the side. It’s as if one leg is thinking about walking in a different direction. Both of her feet looking an unhealthy color. Bluish. She’s so frail looking in her cute pink nightgown.
My thoughts race. I’m so glad she is here with me still. She knows my name, but gets it wrong once in a while. The words are there in her mind, but they don’t always come out right. Our roles have reversed. I rub her arm at night, just like she used to do for me. I reassure her that everything is going to be alright and not to worry, just like she used to do for me. I rush home from work when she’s sick, just like she used to do for me.
I know that things won’t get better; they will only get worse. But as I watch her approaching me at this moment I appreciate what we have right now. Tonight.