Mom was in intensive care the day before Mothers Day and I have just heard about it. She thought I knew... I guess the family 'telephone line' isn't working very well. It worries me.... the ever persistant reminding of her mortality. I wonder if Plato is right and some more perfect version of her exists in a separate plane of reality.
I have this fire under me to write. I think I'll do just that later on in the day when it's quiet and the kids are resting.