I love my mom. Even more than that, I value every moment I have with her. I cherish these moments because I am very aware that I don’t have many left. At 92, she has begun to fall more often, to refuse to eat vegetables, to sing at the top of her lungs a combination of hymns, prayers and gibberish. I cannot get enough of it. She makes me smile, she brings joy, and she gives the best hugs. When I am with her, I want every moment filled up with giving her my...
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