Slipping Away

I am sitting at the airport waiting to board our plane home.  We slipped away from Mom's in the pre-dawn gloam.  Lyn once again did not want to say goodbye and quietly went to bed last night.

Our week was good but short.  It was harder on Lyn to be out of her routine than it was a year ago.  She cries daily now, mostly unable to express why or what she feels.  She wants to be happy but says her brain will not let her.

She is slipping away and I ache for the load Mom is carrying.