On Sunday May 5th, the world was okay. I got up, went to church, and was enjoying a sunny San Diego springtime afternoon. My mother mentioned earlier in the week that she had been to the doctor for tests and that she would get the results on Tuesday. She'd been having trouble breathing and had had a heart issue earlier in the year.
I asked her if she wanted me to fly to Florida, and she said no, to wait until Tuesday and see what the tests said.
My cousin Mary Alice, whom my mother lived with called me late Sunday afternoon. "How soon can you come and how long can you stay?" she asked. I told her Mom told me to wait until Tuesday to see what the doctor said.
"I'm not sure she will make it until Tuesday, Tam. You should come now."
I got on the first plane out on Monday morning.
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