It wasn’t a typical turkey day.
We had finished eating the Thanksgiving meal, except for Mom.
She didn’t take a bite. Her appetite had faded.
I suppose she wasn’t feeling well. But I wasn’t sure. She didn’t say. Actually, Mom never complained about anything, ever.
And for months, her communication had become an issue. She no longer spoke full sentences.
Those changes were hard to deal with, especially because it was Mom and she was so bright.
Mom was a shining star in so many ways. Intelligent, optimistic.