Hospice
Very sick with leukemia toward the end. It almost seemed as if mother was giving up after what she considered a hard and disappointing life. She still held her boys in her eyes in the fading light.
“I'm not planning your funeral,” the doctor said.
winter sun
stretched to twilight
faint stars
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