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Showering My Mother With…Well, My Apologies, Mom

My mother had always wanted to live into the 21st Century. She did, barely. While tethered to an oxygen machine, sleeping most of the day, waking only for meals and the Friday Night Boyfriend Call (during which they would read each other dirty limericks, as in, “There once was a man from Nantucket”) she managed her way through her last days.