Day 3 -6/18/11
My visit was short today. Mom's caretaker said she had a bad night, didn't sleep, was highly agitated, kept asking to die. I peaked into her room and saw her eyes were open, staring at the ceiling. I called her name, moved where she could see me. She returned my gaze again, managed a weak smile and said " My little girl. "
She looked tired, defeated, restless, fidgeting with her blankets, feet and legs moving as if she were trying to run somewhere. " Trying to run away, Mom? " I asked her. She looked away. " I wish. " she answered.
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