I had missed the text. My friend Sonja has been sitting vigil with her aged mother for months. Every day, all day, taking only brief breaks to go home for a shower. She slept at the hospice, watched her mother closely.
Was there when Edna woke up. Was there when Edna asked for her own mother, now long dead. Was there when the nurses at the hospice gently turned her tiny, disappearing body over gently to…