It was obvious that something had happened. Something bad.
It was this day that I realized for the very first time that my mom wasn't going to get better.
My heart was breaking...
I was in shock.
But I knew...
For the first time, I knew.
We were driving home to get our clothes and this was as far as we got. I pulled the car over. We got out and just walked along the docks for a while.
The kids and I watched the birds, the water, the fog, the trees, the stillness.
We calmed ourselves down. Deep breaths.
It was time to be strong, she needed us...