My mom’s fear of abandonment is crippling.  She fears going into a nursing home and being separated from her family.  We are doing everything to work towards that not happening.

She also only sleeps until 3 am.  Two nights ago out of a dead sleep I heard a mournful cry.

“Is anybody here?”

“Mom,” I said.  “I’m here.”

Relief washed over her.

She sat on my bed and I rubbed her back.

I was thankful that I could utter those words.

Mom.  I’m here.