Today is my day to go to Mom's, to do all the errands. Go to the grocery store, bank, post office, transfer station.
I can't do it. I just got out of the car and came back into the house.
It hurts to face her, to have to deal with the dementia, it hurts deep inside. So here I am, procrastinating, ugh, have another cup of coffee, and will my pulse to slow down and stop crying.