How to Love Your Mother at 98

When you wake from a troubled sleep, after you’ve used the bathroom, don’t go back. She’ll be there, smaller than the last time you visited her, sitting on the side of the bed having just used her commode. She’ll say, I could’ve done it myself , and it’s true but she’s fallen so many times from her…

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The Call

The caregiver calls to tell me about mother, but I know she hasn’t slept. As I begin, I hear mother trying to follow, trying to pull at some tangled string of memory to release what once was. Some forget the name of their spouse, their children, where they live; so why not forget a beloved song?

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