We dream of hope. We dream of change. Of fire, of love, of death. And then it happens. The dream becomes real.
Today mum had a BP of 180/100... scary but there were reason for it I looked at my self and asked questions if I am ready. It was an obvious, after March I had always taken steps to make sure to be sure and be ready, silently she did to, often the off the cuff remark of where documents were, where the papers were.
Some point it time that bridge needs to be crossed I just dont want it to be soon.
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