Please pardon the interruption.
From the tales of your mother and the storage unit, “call me pisher” and beyond, I feel that I have met her—or at least a version of her.
It ain’t easy. Sending love.
Josh, so glad you are able to have this time with her in a peaceful and loving way. My heart is with you.
Josh, the more complicated the relationship, the deeper the grief. Lots of the could haves, should haves, lost opportunities can cause much tossing and turning rather than sound sleep. The good news? You get to say goodbye, express love, share memories.
My last words with my mother were harsh - most unusual and out of character. It was said via a 3000 mile away phone call. I debated about whether to call her back. It was 1980, and I was a young doctor. I let it go. The next call I received was from my sister at 2am. My mother had fallen down the stairs and died. No do-overs. No final words.
So regardless of the pain, the ups and downs, I am happy for you and your mom. You get to have closure. It's a precious commodity.
Dear Josh—I’ve loved your stories about your Mom from “Red Diaper Baby” for many years. She seems like a brilliant and fascinating person. I’m so sorry for her current situation, and the pain of watching her as she is going through this part of life we all must face at some point when she was such a powerhouse for most of your life. I send my deepest compassion and warmest thoughts. So glad you both feel only the love for one another that is the most important thing. All best to you, Sara, and all who love your Mom. —Nick
I love your description of mutual caring. Brought me fond memories of my own experience. Love to you and your mom.
Thinking of you and your mom, Josh. Blessings on you both. Beautifully written, btw, as always.
Keeping you and yours in my thoughts...
Sending warm thoughts to you and your Mom. <3