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.