After all...today is another day
Right?
No one will find out they need oral surgery.
People will talk to me when they have good news.
Someone will remember to empty the kitchen garbage.
Mom will feel good.
There will be no funerals. And no altar servers who don't show.
(A little part of me dies when a server doesn't show. Yes, I know I should detach once I've done my job, but...well it's a problem. The kind of over-attention to detail that may well have helped take years off of my mother's life. I'm working on it.)