What Is Waiting
4 min readMar 30, 2020
What is waiting for me is . . .
Mom, at a campground, sitting beside a silver bullet-shaped camper. In my vision, she is smiling, straight hair tucked behind an ear, eating a roasted hot dog, sipping iced tea. No particular age, just her essence. Enjoying the life she should have had. Not a care in the world imprinted on her face. Ease. What should have been.
What is waiting for me is . . .
