Monday, February 23, 2009

A Mom Memory

This early morning I was caring for an Alzheimer's patient and listening to her talk about her children. She was telling about how her job was never done and she just had to keep watch over her children. I flashed back to the last time I had stayed with my mom in her little apartment. I was sleeping on the fold out sofa and in the middle of the night I awoke to her stroking my hair from my face. I asked her if something was wrong and her answer was that she was just checking on me to make sure I was all right. She bent over and kissed me goodnight and went back to bed. I miss that touch.

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