I got to the hospital just as my mother was being taken from her room to the nursing home. I hadn't realized it would happen quite as early as it did, and I'd spent a lot of time chatting with the gnats (who are still there and send their regards).
My mother was a bit peeved about the whole business, especially since I hadn't been there to explain what was going to happen. She looked at the men who were transporting her and said, "Well the first hundred years were nice!"
Published on July 29, 2011 14:26