Mom made me laugh, which is a good thing, considering the circumstances and the things I really want to write…perhaps in a day or two I shall.
I moved close to hug her today. I just wanted to be near her. The well of tears has been precariously short in supply as of late. I held on for a little while and asked her if there were anything she needed. Her weakened voice was arduous to formulate, she murmured: “Yes.”
“What do you need?” I asked, drawing back.
“Are you trying to be funny?” I asked her.
The weakest flicker of a smile echoed across her face as she whispered, “Yes.”
And so she was.