Each time I leave gets a little harder.
Each time I leave I wonder what might change before I see her again.
Each time I leave I wish I’d done more. Run one more errand, completed one more household chore, cooked one more meal for her to eat another day.
Each time I leave she tells me she is going to miss me and I scroll the calendar in my head to calculate how long it will be until I’m back.
Each time I leave she thanks me for coming, for helping, for keeping her company.
Each time I leave she stands in the door, usually still in her bathrobe, looking small, and a little sad.
Each time I leave a few tears roll down my cheeks as I pull out of her driveway, waving and hoping all she sees is my smile.
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This is packed with emotions, what a beautiful slice. Your slice gives your readers the opportunity to infer.
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We feel the emotion with you, the sense of loss and the loving. So sad to say goodbye.
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There has been something so honest and raw in these posts about your mom the last few days. A love and underlying sadness.
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I’m sending another hug your way. I know it was a hard visit for you, and I feel it in your writing, your voice, and your whole being. xoxo
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I sense the love in every line, the care you put in your time together. And yet, it’s still hard to leave. You are indeed a blessing to her and bring warmth and joy with each visit.
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Each line makes my heart pull a little tighter. This must be so hard. The repetition of “each time” makes this so much more poignant.
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