When my mom was in the hospital. They didn’t know exactly what was wrong with her. She was in a wheelchair. The women who raised me, the woman who threw great parties for our friends, who visited me in the hospital every night for 8 months and cared for me. Sitting in a wheelchair not talking because she had fought long and hard for so many years and she was tired of fighting. To see my mom like that. And even then, she was worried about my well being and how I was doing.
Even then, when she was so sick she was sharing a room and when the nurse opened the curtain that separated her from her roommate, my mom perked up and laid a kindly hand on the other poor woman’s shoulder and tried to comfort her. It was such an example of an act of humanity at it’s most real that affects me right now. Sorry if I’m getting too personal. I have my sisters to talk to about it but I’m sitting in my room thinking. Have a nice night.