Mum was asleep by the time I left the hospital. We had talked a little longer, bonding like never before, closing the gap that her absence during her illness had created, and I watched her catch up with the woman her daughter was now. I didn't know if she should be proud of me, but I did hope she was.
I gently tucked her in, and leaving the caretaker to look after her, I walked out of the hospital. The ride home was slow, and I took the time to take in a bit of fresh air. To think. To clear my mind.
It felt much lighter than before but still felt a little heavy. Questions filled my mind, questions I didn't even hope to find the answers to anymore. I would simply do what I thought was right, hoping I wouldn't be opening the path to losing one more person. My mind drifted to Fabian, and I
