The long days and even longer nights.

Up at 3am giving us all the fight.

She’s frail and boney, but feisty as ever.

But damn you if you don’t give her the lighter, you may lose a thumb.

Smokes and Pepsi.

That’s moms thing, take that away

Not knowing what mood you’ll get.

It’s hard watching the memory go

Not remembering who you are.

She’s confused and scared, I can see it in her face.

Talk to her like she’s your mom and not a baby.

Why my sister does that I’ll never understand.

But when mom stopped asking for Marb golds and pepsi, I unfortunately knew this was the end.

I was losing my mom this month and it was becoming too real.

Ughhhhh this sucks, go hug your mom!