One doctor had quietly told me we might be talking about weeks, not months.
***
Two nights earlier, Kimberly had called me sobbing.
« Mom, come home! Please! »
I’d canceled everything and started driving.
But now, she was refusing to see her grandfather.
« Mom, come home! Please! »
Maybe seeing another person she loved surrounded by monitors was simply too much.
So I didn’t force her.
But when I entered Dad’s room 20 minutes later, he immediately looked past me.