lunesque | (no subject)

I've been sitting here in front of this journal screen for a while now, trying to figure out what the hell to say. I was really surprised when I looked through my last couple of journal entries and found out that I hadn't said anything at all, so--here goes.

Two weeks ago, my mom went into the hospital. It seemed like she was starting to get better, but two days ago, she started having seizures. We've officially placed her in hospice care yesterday. Now, we're just waiting for her to die.

I think, when I started to write this, that I intended to talk about our relationship, to try and wrestle with this situation, make it some sort of poetic essay, end it with something deep and profound, but I'm just so tired.

I'm not going to be there when she dies. But waiting for the call is just as hard.