I have watched my mother understand the final phase of life, she is taking it with calm and reserve. I am not.
Im bolted to this universe with the one outlook of holding on to her a little longer. my view is pessimistic. I know that time rules all. But she will only die once and I have chosen to live with her in my life every day.
I see the sun rising and setting on your face and my next to her, a little boy with a focused admiration and dedication on a woman I could never fully embrace.
So today I choose to live with her as I will choose tomorrow.