“I’m sure I have everything here.”
My sisters were happy just drinking their coffee and watching Hallmark movies on the TV while Mark and I cooked for them. “What are we doing first? The pancakes or the lasagna?” Mark asked, getting the flour out.
“The lasagna,” I said. “And then the pancakes while we wait.”
Mark grinned. “I’m sorry we had to meet this way,” he said.
“But I’m not sorry to be here.”
“I know,” I agreed. “I’m happy we’re here. And in a way, I’m happy that Mom is at peace.
Toward the end, the chemo really began to eat at her. She was tiny… sad. A shell of who she was.”
Mark remained silent as I chopped the onions.
“But this house? It feels like she’s still here. It will always be home, Mark.”
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