I've had a hell of a day.
My mom told me that she's close to death.. and I started screaming that she wasn't going to die. That she can't die. My world is crumbling. It's a matter of time. It can be any time now. I cried for hours.
He checked on her. She had her name tag on.
She called in for work. A guy answered the phone. He remembered who she was. “You retired a few years ago.”
Ouch. I'm not ready to let go of her. Not ready to say goodbye. Not now. Maybe not ever.