Dear Mom,

I've called you almost everyday, and haven't heard back. I know that you aren't hearing your phone, or you've been resting. I miss talking to you.

When I came out to get wood the other night, I came in to say hi. I know you probably won't remember that I was there, but I was. You looked just like Grandma laying there. I took a few moments of silence just staring at you. It was nice when I saw your eyes open and you smiled at me. It touched my heart and made me weep at the same time.

It's become harder to see you like this. Your frail body just laying there. I am keeping positive thoughts that you'll just bounce up and ask to go shake your tail feather, but I know that's not going to happen.

Do you remember when we were young and went dancing all those nights? I think of them often. I think of the parties we've had and the silly things we used to do. I miss us, if that makes sense. I love you mom, with all my heart. I'll talk to you soon...

Love,
~H.