Before my mother left the nursing home, she was able to hear from the majority of her family. Those who could not be present were contacted by a phone that was then held up to her ear. Although no longer able to speak, you could tell by the movement of her mouth that she was saying “I love you. I want to go home.”
I have several dozen saved voicemails from my mother. They all begin and end the same way: “This is your mother. I love you sweetheart.” I hear you, Mom. I love you, too. You’re home now.
I have several dozen saved voicemails from my mother. They all begin and end the same way: “This is your mother. I love you sweetheart.” I hear you, Mom. I love you, too. You’re home now.
