Heart of The Heart Ache

After everything my mother has done for me, out of sheer love, I could not pull her out of her suffering. I couldn't make it stop, make it disappear, bring her back to me or anything close to her former life. All I could do was hold her, try with every fiber of my being to comfort her, to keep her safe. The best I could have ever hoped for was a plateau in the progression. She was alone, disoriented, confused. I can only hope she knew how very much I loved her as she slipped so completely away from me.

It's the sense of helplessness that eats you from the inside out.
Fight it.
All we truly have is this moment.