Jack of Harts

Mom and I talked on Sunday. It was one of her awake and alert days. We watched a movie or two on the Hallmark Channel. We hugged. We cried. She said I had bad breath. Moms. Always looking after their little boys. And before I left to go home, I told her I would be taking her home to Rochester on Wednesday. She would be leaving the hospice. She took that to heart. She was desperate to leave. She was determined to leave. And when the hospice wouldn’t sign off on her leaving, she arranged alternate transportation. At 2:15 PM on Wednesday, June 22nd, mom left the hospice and went home to Jesus.