Tu es la priere en moi
Funny the things you remember. There is a scene I remember vividly from 8 years ago. It's one I tend to return to occasionally. It was the last day of my mother being conscious after losing the ability to speak or move. But those last few hours when she was aware, her eyes were on me and then she'd look towards the gaudy, orange flower ring with metallic silver band that someone had put on her finger. Eyes, me, the ring. T wice. Three times. I knew in my heart that she wanted it removed; it was big. Do you know that sensation when you wear clip-on earrings? It will hurt your earlobes after a few hours. She had been wearing it for a whole day. I stood up to take it off and was stopped, "Leave it. She likes it." It was only after she passed away and I took it off that I could see the skin was all red, the markings etched so very deep in the skin, and oh how my heart sank and a wail came out. She had wanted it removed. Many times, that memory alone taunts ...