He Said My Mother Dying Wasn’t His Problem

beside her bed and took her hand again.

“When Dad was dying,” she said, “do you remember what he kept saying?”

I did.

Call Eleanor.

Not because she was a nurse or because she had answers. She wasn’t and she didn’t. He wanted her because he trusted her to come when it was bad.

“I remember.”

She squeezed my fingers. Still more strength in her than most people continue reading …