A Mother's Day remembrance

I had left the room for a few minutes when my mother died. June 1985 She was terribly ill for 18 months, and we'd all rushed to her bedside many times over those tumultuous weeks. Finally, worn out from the months of battling illness, she told us that the time had come. "This is too hard," she said. "I want to go home." She was 58 years old. At the end, my father kept a vigil at her bedside, supported my two sisters and me. On Mama's last night, my sisters went away from the hospital for a…