….But it grieves me to be with Mom. Every visit is a reminder that I am saying goodbye to her. I say goodbye when I realize that she can no longer hold a conversation. That it has become more comfortable for her to sit flipping through the television stations. Every time I see she has wet herself, I say goodbye. I say goodbye when the phone rings to tell me of another illness or that she has fallen. Each goodbye is painful. I never get used to seeing my strong-willed mother fumble for words or stare at nothing.