Let us forgive each other – only then will we live in peace.
~L.N. Tolstoy

Mama is dying.

Slowly disintegrating into an unknown existence. First her mind, and now also her body.

All she remembers is her name.

And me, her daughter.

Sometimes I wish she were already dead to save her from pain and feeling embarrassed. She would be horrified by her looks, wicked games of the dying brain and the damn dependency on the others.

I know Mama too well. [Read more…]