It’s sunny today. Mom has taken MeeMaw back home; now, her life is in God’s hands. Mom has scheduled (or 'come up with' or 'planned') a diet for her, as a last-ditch hope. But the hardest part is that we have to pretend she’ll be okay, as if her issues were just a case of indigestion. Mom couldn’t stop crying and almost exposed our secret. This is really dreadful, and I feel so disoriented. Elderly people have to die one way or another, don’t they?Why? God help us.
Hey Tim, sorry to read this. It must be very difficult for you all and very sad. All the best for you and your family.