Right now, I’m staring at kayak.com trying to not buy airfare because I promised my dad I wouldn’t until tomorrow, when I’ll be able to speak with my mom. She’s worse. My dad worries she doesn’t have much time left.
This is a picture of my mom from when she visited me in Detroit. She was always the young mom. The cool mom. The athletic mom who would race kids around the block and totally not give them a head start. Look at those muscular arms!
Now she is so sick that she can’t eat and her little leggings are baggy on her. I was trying to think of whether it was worse to have a terminally ill parent who was dying over a long period of time or one who died suddenly.
The verdict: they’re both terrible.