Sitting in a hospital does something to your mind.

Everything else that felt important just fades on its own. Work, meetings, plans, messages..they all wait. Nothing seems more important than sitting beside someone you love, holding their hand.

I’ve been here with my mother, listening to her worries, telling her all the gossip from the week, just being here.

Watching my most loving, caring parents age is tough… even when I know it’s coming. Seeing the same strong person, eyes still bright, mind still sharp but now in a body that has become fragile, delicate, and quietly in need of support, is something always on my mind and makes me sit with them a little longer, hold their hand a little longer.

I haven’t been very active here… I’ve been at the hospital with my mother as she undergoes her second MWA treatment today. And instead of discussing her treatment, she is wondering if I got food to eat yesterday and how my knee is holding up and who is arranging food for my dad and who is walking the dog! 🤷🏻‍♂️ moms…