15 hours after I last hit “send”, my mom, Rhonda Zacharias, took her last breath on Earth. Though she was on hospice, it still felt sudden. The doctor had just told us we probably had a good week left with her. I try not to ruminate too much on what I was doing in the hours leading up to her death, because it fills me with guilt and self-loathing that I did not spend every minute holding her hand, brushing her hair, or trying to coax out more conversations. Instead, I unknowingly spent my final hours sharing the Earth with my mom doing things like:
the morning my mother died
the morning my mother died
the morning my mother died
15 hours after I last hit “send”, my mom, Rhonda Zacharias, took her last breath on Earth. Though she was on hospice, it still felt sudden. The doctor had just told us we probably had a good week left with her. I try not to ruminate too much on what I was doing in the hours leading up to her death, because it fills me with guilt and self-loathing that I did not spend every minute holding her hand, brushing her hair, or trying to coax out more conversations. Instead, I unknowingly spent my final hours sharing the Earth with my mom doing things like: