There is only one thing for me to write about right now, but I'm not really sure what I think about that. I'm not sure what I feel, yet. Mainly, because I don't actually know, what comes after. After years of watching my mother change and then deteriorate. After months of seeing things accelerate faster than we could adjust to or comprehend. After weeks of daily falls, many of which led to hospital visits, bruises, breaks and finally the broken elbow that led to the end. After nearly three months of Hospice Care in which we knew what was coming, but could never seem to grasp when or how. After, after, after... so many things that I tried to prepare for, but inherently knew I couldn't be ready for. Stop, drop and roll. Prepare for a disaster and you hopefully will know what to do, when it comes. Not this time.