So She Left

CatKBorn

So She Left

CatKBorn
Yesterday morning at 1:36 a.m. the phone rang. I was dealing with a nasty double Charlie Horse issue (both legs, both calves AND both feet) that had hit at 1:30 a.m.

No middle of the night phone call is ever good. This one ended my world.

At 1:30 a.m. -- the exact minute that my legs decided to try to kill me -- my mother died.

I had been with her after work until about 8:00 p.m. when she fell sleep. She had been in and out but more alert than Monday, focused on me when I talked to her and responded.

I told her that if she wanted to stay, she needed to eat -- she had gotten to completely refusing anything on Sunday. I also told her though that if she needed/wanted to go it was okay, I would be okay. Told her not to worry about me.

So at 1:30 a.m. she left.