So it is as if the years between those days when my mother laying dying have never been. All of the pain and emotions come rushing back to me. Those feelings that were kept at bay just under the surface for so many years.
It is like the old soldier called back into combat once again. To relive the sights, the smells, the sounds and too feel the fear. All one can do is give comfort to the other, and try to keep things as normal as you can.
My fear is that I am not up too it and that I will fail. That my fears will drive me insane.