I got the call Friday at one in the morning. I heard my phone ring and knew instantly it was the hospice calling to tell me Ms. died. I held my phone in my hand and stared at the caller ID. I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to.
I’m glad I got a chance to spend time with Ms. this week, I’m glad I got a chance to say goodbye. She held on longer then expected. Like I said she was feisty, she was a fighter. She wasn’t going to leave until she was good and ready.
Don’t forget her. Don’t ever forget.
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