I was just remembering this day, a little while ago. Such a traumatic, powerful experience. The truth, there was my mother covered in her own excrement, the smell enough to make us all gag. She was terrified; I’ll never forget her frantic eyes, when I came in that room. The other truth, I stripped to my underwear. I didn’t care who saw me, but writing it (then) was too much. I held my mom in that shower; cleaned her, as she most surely cleaned me in babyhood; and, I held on tight to her. I brushed her hair. I rubbed lotion into her dry, dying skin. I stayed until she was resting. The end was so close and each day was hard. And so good too.
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