Valentine

1774.188 - 1801.094 Phoebe Judge

Before we went to sleep, she would come in and say goodnight, and you could pick whether you wanted your head rubbed or your back rubbed. I didn't forget that stuff. On May 15th, I stayed in bed until 4.45 a.m., and then left to see her. When I walked in, my mother was still there, breathing slowly and then not breathing. Someone told me that dying is a lot of work, just like giving birth.