It was a week ago that I last talked to my mom. She'd had the first attack, and was stable. I hung on to her words to me then, but now I can take those words and realize they had another meaning - it is the only way to look at it. She said not to worry, that she would be okay, that she wasn't going anywhere.

She repeated it a few times, "I'm going to be okay, I'm not going anywhere!"

I realize now all her words were accurate, it is just that she is okay in a different way than my expectations wanted. She is not going away  - but in a manner my expectations couldn't handle that day.

It's the only way to go forward, to change one's perspective.