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An Open Letter to My Mother Who is Here In Body, But Not Mind
We all need you back.
I know you’re in there. I know you hear me, and us. I also know you’re not you, at the moment. It’s like you recognize me, but don’t know me. Remember me, but not why. It’s like you don’t remember us, or what was.
Perhaps you misremember or simply don’t know what to say. Maybe you understand what’s going on with you, even less than we do. Including Doctors. Specialists, priests, psychologists, to neurologists. We just don’t know. All I know is I fear and prepare for the worst while praying and hoping for the best. Regardless of what’s to happen, there are things I want to say, even if they never reach you, which they likely won’t.
I could not be more thankful for the time I’ve got to spend with you — all of it. Every conversation, every disagreement, piece of advice, every bit of wisdom and experience — and even your mistakes.
I learned from all of them. Invaluable lessons I couldn’t have otherwise properly learned. At least not those that would have stuck in this bullish pig head of mine. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all of the above.
Any faith I have, I learned from you. I hold onto that same faith today, because of you and for you. I have faith you’re not done fighting, because it’s all…
