Thursday, October 30, 2008
Seizing
We stand in her kitchen, talking. It's an abnormally normal moment with my mother. Ordinary things are said; I am saying something and I suddenly understand that she simply isn't there anymore. All signs of presence have left her eyes and I know she's about to go down. She seizes, a new experience for both of us, and I do what I can to help her fall.
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