Somehow, I had a calmness throughout the whole ordeal. I think part of it is that the last time I saw her, she was miserable. Her body nearly defeated. It took all her energy to push herself up and walk to the bathroom. She cried about how she shouldn’t be so weak at her age. I also figured that was the last time I’d see her.
I got the call while I was at work. I thought I’d have to leave for the day. Instead, I took a few deep breaths. Sure, I miss her, but she’s at peace now. She was so tired before.
I know I took this prompt in a sad direction, but she came to mind. I’m exhausted after a long drive through rain, rush hour, and darkness, so I will keep this short tonight.