Before I knew it, an hour—my limit—had passed, yet I still didn’t want to leave the room.

“It’s time for me to go…” I said, holding her hand one last time.

I had no idea when I’d visit her again. Things were getting busy and messy… and my father was becoming moodier by the day.

“Next time, Mom. I’ll see you again.” I stood up and kissed her forehead.

This situation she’s in breaks my heart. Whatever she’s dreaming about right now, I hope it’s making her happy. At ...