Big C

Time to say goodbye. Silence. Awful silence. Then. A last embrace. Emotions to the fore. Tears mixed with anger. The inevitable question. Why? Rationalising doesn't help. We all have to go, sometime. I know that damn it! Medication for the pain every four hours. An alarm clock ticking her like away. She didn't want the operation. 'I'm 83 and I've had a good life' Could it have been better? Too late for recrimination. In the early distance a cock crowed thrice. Too soon cock - too soon. A month to the day, my mother died.