I talked to my dad this morning. It’s nearly impossible getting a hold of him sometimes. I can hear the sadness in his voice. Times like these I wish I wasn’t on the other side of the country. Mike is more than willing to put me on a plain to Texas but it’s not realistic. I wouldn’t be able to travel with my baby, at least not without a lot of stress, and I can’t imagine Mike taking care of her while I’m gone. The poor man would fall apart. I talked with dad about the different options Mom has and she has made it clear that she doesn’t want to fight it. She’s ready to die and that is that. I told him that she’s too young to die. “When did 70 become young?” I had to get off the phone with him because I could hear his voice breaking and god forbid he let anyone know that he’s in pain. They plan on traveling up for a couple of weeks in July to finally meet their grand daughter. My sister says that I need to prepare myself because mom looks awful. “Don’t cry or react to her. She’s humiliated enough as it is. I just want you to be prepared. Sister, our mommy is dying.”