coming and going


Thursday, December 29, 2005 December 29th

on december 29th four years ago, my mother took her last breaths. it was a saturday.
the nursing home had called me around 2 am and told me that i'd better come. around nine in the morning, my brother and sister arrived. about nine-thirty, i went home for a nap. i went back to the nursing home around one-thirty. my brother left.
i sat down next to her bed. she turned and looked at me, her eyes watery. and the bluest i've ever seen anyyone's eyes. i said, "hi there." she looked at me for a minute, then turned her head back. i started watching her chest. she took four more breaths and that was it. i took the canula out of her nose, tried in vain to close her eyes the rest of the way and close her jaw. it was like i was afraid to try too hard because i didn't want to hurt her. and that was the end. simple and quiet.
she was 67.

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