![]() I often think about the walk I’d take in the morning before my mom woke up each day. My mother lived in Tampa, FL. In 2005, she was taken to the hospital on Mother’s Day and was dead the Wednesday before Father’s Day of cholangiocarinoma. We found out Mother’s Day week that she had this cancer. I went to stay with her 2 weeks later. It happened to be the last 2 weeks of her life. I thought I was going to be staying much longer than that. So back to my walk … I had to have it. I had to have it alone. I didn’t want to chat or share my feelings or hear what someone was doing, try to have a positive attitude or make conversation. I didn’t want to spend any energy on anyone but my mom. The only thing I knew would happen each day was that I would take my walk along Bayshore Blvd, and my mom would lose more of her life. When I’d get back home, I’d make her coffee and breakfast. She’d come downstairs and read her paper and do her crossword puzzle. Each morning
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AuthorIn fall 2014, I moved some old blog posts here that I had written years ago from 2007 to 2010. Hope they are helpful. Archives
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