While talking to her nurse, mom looked at me intently.
Gently waiving her hand at me.
I asked her what did she want.
She pointed at me...she took my hand in hers.
Her hand so thin and translucent.
We stood there holding hands.
I said to the nurse, she has never done this before.
Makes me glad, makes me sad, makes me concerned.
She has been very sick, but has been improving everyday.
Maybe this was her way of acknowledging the care given.
I don't know, but it was a special moment.
One that needed to be written down.