Maintaining Mom

We visited Mom today. It does not appear she will ever get out of her bed again, but she's being made about as comfortable as can be, and reiterated that she's not suffering and not in any pain. She's coherent much of the time (mostly she still talks, and I realize that's where I get that from) and I held her cold hands a lot, turned my face away from her and wept repeatedly. I know the inevitable creeps closer, and most of the time I'm prepared emotionally, but it's still hard to be stoic when it's staring me in the face. Add to that an hour-plus drive each way, over the GWB (which could have been far worse considering holiday traffic) and my lack of sleep last night, and by the time we got home (we had to get Robin's prescriptions from the pharmacy, plus our usual post-NJ sushi) I was almost somnambulant. Thank goodness the exhaustion didn't kick in until I was no longer behind the wheel! I had to crash for a couple hours but I still feel like I could use more sleep, so good night all...