Storm......

an assignment from Misty's class

pencil on white paper

Here's Misty (but not the one who gave me the assignment ;)
she makes me laugh out loud-wonderful companion.
Margeaux was napping, no picture of her this time

I went over to my mom's apartment, one of her neighbor's has this posted on their door.

This made me stop dead in my tracks.

How much of my life was been wasted because I wait.....

I wait for one thing to pass, then another,

when all the while, I could be learning to dance in the rain.

Lately my journaling time has been very revealing,

digging deeper,

feeling the feelings,

letting things percolate,

and toss like they're in a tumbler,

it one of the best habits that I've started.

A week ago Friday, my Mom was feeling well and went to the ER.

From there she went to the ICU--she's been there ever since.

She's not responding as quickly as she did in the past.

I honestly thought I was going to lose her.

I can't imagine how terrifying it would be to not be able to breathe.

Concentrating on each breath, focusing on inhaling

to let the oxygen flowing from the mask in.

She's so frail,

I think today they'll be moving her out of ICU.

At some point, she'll be going to a rehab facility

to get her strength back.

I'm so scared.....what happens next time she can't breathe?

I've been spending as much with her as I can.

She hasn't been talking that much,

she stares off into that far away place.

maybe she's learning to dance in the rain......