for mama's mortal coil as it begins to back up with bodily fluids and enter post pneumatic sepsis.
hunkered down in a morphine drip of oblivion she awaits her eldest son to magically appear from distant lands before drifting off to join her husband on the other side.
After not seeing or talking to her for six months - the first words out of her mouth when she saw me were:
"you must think I'm dying." that's me mum
from better days...
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