I am coming to terms with this.
This is the last time I will go camping with her,
This may be the last time I go camping for a long while.
She will soon be bedridden, I would not be surprised
If soon
Hospice will come make our house feel like more of a tomb than it does now.
I am coming to terms with this:
She is dying.
Somehow no matter how long dad cooks the bacon,
It still has no taste.
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