So my mother is on oxygen now. I had initially planned to come to Ecuador for Christmas and spend it with her, but now I'll be going next week.
I'm going to see my mother for what will likely be the last time of my life.
I remember the look in my mother's eyes when I showed her the green card in person. She was so happy. She said to me "We can have Christmases together again." We thought we had time.
There won't be any more Christmases.
My aunt died last month. In one sweep, this year has taken the two people who were basically mothers to me.
Fuck 2016.
I'm so sorry.
It's a shitty week for this stuff. I'm just hours (hopefully) from release from the hospital and I got notification that my grandmother was being rushed in (...on the opposite side of the country...) due to a heart attack.
2016 can go die in a fire, for real.