FOLLOW THE FEELING PART 21

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Why was he not shocked, moved and frightened? Had he been switched off for twenty years and more? Was that even a thing? His mother was proud of him, he was everything to his family and yet something felt not quite right, surreal, bur very vivid, a feeling that had to be chased like the moons silvery glow on the thirteenth night of a haunted month. It was so powerful, there were no words…He did not shed tears even though he was overcome with this perceptive and poignant idea. He did not run or sleep or eat or bathe or tell anybody for fear…of, well… fear?

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…And of his mother in the place where all those women go to die? With or without hope of resuscitation they could not give her a new body, a fresh start, she’d only do it all over again. Smoking, killed her, but she enjoyed doing it and she didn’t enjoy too much outside of family and the occasional drink in life, so Dennis could never bring himself to confiscate her smokes away…

“Errr Dennis…I know it’s hard…but…”

The palliative team wanted to move his mother to a care home. “Time was of the essence…” and she may very well cease to be during the move.

“What would the point be…” he asked.

In short, they needed the bed for a woman who may have a chance of leaving here on two legs and a zimmer-frame.

Dennis stared off into space and they left him to it, “There’s no rush Dennis but time is of the essence.”