I haven’t spoken to my mother or my sister in years.

My sister is a drug addict and alcoholic.

My mother is her enabler.

Tonight I found out my mom had a heart attack and is in the hospital.

The last time I spoke to my mom she accused me of stealing money from her. That hurt.

I understand that anything my sister says my mom believes.

I understand that hasn’t changed.

My mom has Alzheimer’s. I got my fill of what it’s like dealing with a family member who has Alzheimer’s.

I understand my mom may as well died more than ten years ago.

I got my goodbyes then.

My dad had Parkinsons. He still had his mental faculties at the end.

Mom doesn’t and hasn’t for years.

Am I going to visit her in the hospital?

I don’t know.

I don’t want to.

The reason I would, well, to see if it was her but I know it isn’t.

I don’t know, I’ll find out when I wake up.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.