One Month

I looked out to the street earlier this morning, and watched as clusters of women walked out their doors, meeting other women already walking down the street. It was the monthly women's coffee for their neighborhood, and the women were all walking together to one house.

Dad said, "That's the neighborhood coffee that your mother went to one month ago. Then she came home, went to bed and that was the last day."

Meaning, the last day that mom woke up feeling good. the last day she ate and drank well, the last day she got up and did anything other than move to the chair, the last day she made sense.