Culling

Sister K, sorting

We are in a holding pattern. Mom's breathing has slowed, sometimes to as little as one breath a minute. Still, she persists. The body wants to live. The nurses say she could die at any moment or this could go on for days. The Sisters have been taking turns sleeping in the room overnight while the rest of us sleep elsewhere and wait for a call.

Meanwhile, we are sorting cards and letters, following Sister L's "system." In addition to the cards and letters, we have a full storage locker to look forward to.

Fun.