第一章 有一种爱叫放手（4）
《世界上最温情的故事》作者：吴文智 2017-04-14 12:57
第一章 有一种爱叫放手（4）
Six years ago, I was expecting again. The doctor said the due date was toward the end of March. I said it would have to be earlier this time because—you guessed it—Mother’s school break was near the beginning of March. The doctor and I both smiled. Breanne made her entry on March 8.
Two-and-a-half years ago, Mother was fighting cancer. Over time, she lost her energy, her appetite, her ability to speak. After a weekend with her in North Carolina, I had to prepare for my flight back to the Midwest. I knelt at Mother’s bedside and took her hand. “Mother, if I can, do you want me to come back?” Her eyes widened as she tried to nod.
Two days later, I had a call from my stepfather. My mother was dying. F***ly members were gathered for last rites. They put me on a speakerphone to hear the service.
That night, I tried my best to send a loving goodbye to Mother over the miles. The next morning, however, the telephone rang. Mother was still alive, but in a coma and expected to die any minute. But she didn’t. Not that day, or the next. Every morning, I’d get the same call: She could die any minute. But she didn’t. And every day, my pain and sadness were compounded.
After long weeks passed, it finall
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Six years ago, I was expecting again. The doctor said the due date was toward the end of March. I said it would have to be earlier this time because—you guessed it—Mother’s school break was near the beginning of March. The doctor and I both smiled. Breanne made her entry on March 8.
Two-and-a-half years ago, Mother was fighting cancer. Over time, she lost her energy, her appetite, her ability to speak. After a weekend with her in North Carolina, I had to prepare for my flight back to the Midwest. I knelt at Mother’s bedside and took her hand. “Mother, if I can, do you want me to come back?” Her eyes widened as she tried to nod.
Two days later, I had a call from my stepfather. My mother was dying. F***ly members were gathered for last rites. They put me on a speakerphone to hear the service.
That night, I tried my best to send a loving goodbye to Mother over the miles. The next morning, however, the telephone rang. Mother was still alive, but in a coma and expected to die any minute. But she didn’t. Not that day, or the next. Every morning, I’d get the same call: She could die any minute. But she didn’t. And every day, my pain and sadness were compounded.
After long weeks passed, it finall