Yesterday I was a "citizen of the world" - concerned about the political situation in my country and the effects of foreign policy on the world.
Today my mother is dying.
My mother will not live to see her next wedding anniversary. 56 years it would be.
She won't live to see another April. My mother is dying.
My world has contracted. All I can think about is my pathetically dysfunctional family and that my mother is dying.
Well, Paul - you're getting your wish. My mother is dying. It's what you wanted. It's what you told me you would "pray" for, when she went into the nursing home.
I hope you're happy, Paul. I'm not. I'm heartbroken, breaking, suffering, falling apart at the seams, crying. My mother is dying.
And I don't know if I'll ever see her again. Depending on what Dad decides to do, I may not. And Dad's decisions will be based in part on what You, Paul, talk him into doing. You wished my mother dead - you're getting your wish.
Mommy. Oh god... Mommmy......