I feel paralyzed. I feel like I can’t make any long-term plans, because at any moment my mother may call to tell me that my step-father has passed away, and I’ll have to fly out to California.
If this is how I feel, 3000 miles away and in relative comfort, how must my mother feel sitting in the hospital?
I’m certainly not the first one to sit a "death watch," and I probably won’t be the last. My heart reaches out to all those who have to wait for inevitable bad news.