"Today at 5:35 p.m. my Mother told me She felt death inside her". It feels like an ache that won't go away, it's angry, it's scared, it doesn't care, then she concluded she would be glad when it is over then she would not be suffering anymore. I'm tired, "she says."
She gave me a 1954 [chu-chu-bag] box/purse she had since she was four years old. It has a family-tree story that goes with it too. I will treasure it forever. I suppose I am in the life-changing experience stage now, huh? I don't know when this will happen, I DO KNOW I WILL FEEL IT IN MY SLEEP. I see myself waking.