Yesterday, tears welled out of Mom’s eyes, as she spilled her heart. She told me how much she appreciated my taking care of her, from the depths of her heart, more than she could ever say. She told me she’d never been this proud of her daughter. She compared our time together to giving birth. And she said that when it was all over, we’d both understand it better. Mom’s discernment is intact, and it won’t die with her. Neither will mine. And I’m one grateful little girl.