nobody knew where they were essay
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This time she giggles at the complete and utter silliness of the words. I imagine she is also laughing at the absurdity of life. Later, we hold hands as she sleeps in the overstuffed easy chair and I read a book of Canadian short stories. She looks like I feel: small, vulnerable and alone. But we’re not, I remind myself. We still have each other. It sometimes appears she’s dead to the world when she’s not, so I check in with her now and again.
“Mom? Are you sleeping?” She breathes a barely intelligible “no.” “OK. I’ll just sit here and keep reading.” Silence from her side. I make good on my promise and finish several more stories before she emerges from her semi slumber again. When I feel her stir, I look up from a tale of someone who cycled across the prairies without getting blown to Kingdom come. Mom’s eyes are open.