Saturday I picked my mum up at the train station and drove her home.
My sister, in Connecticut, has stage 4 colon cancer
and my mum was there to help her through her 2nd
It's terrible, unbearable sadness.
To see my mum get off the train so beaten down and filled with sorrow.
And my poor sister....
there are no words for such things.
We stopped at the market so mum could pick up something for her dinner
and she bought me a lovely bouquet of pink tulips.
I have them on my kitchen table
to ward off the snowy coldness of the world outside the windows.