Of all the awful possibilities, what’s the worst possible thing that could happen to you today?
A number of things ran through my mind as they did last evening when trying to find sleep. I have a mother who is 100. She’s not doing well. I talk to her every day. She lives, 2,000 miles away. Her death is immanent. We never want people to die alone. We imagine them on their death bed, surrounded by loved ones, smile, and pass on. Mom likes people, but values being alone. If I may, I’d like to share something very personal; although it would be a terrible thing to learn of her death, but I hope she’s found alone with her glasses on and a finished crossword puzzle in her lap.
Some decisions were made regarding Mom not so long ago.
Here is a link to my short story of the day entitled Ripples. It’s about decisions.