She had alzheimers. My father did the best he could to provide the best care he could.

We toured her favorite place in the whole world, with her in a wheelchair.

We showed her all the love she never showed any of us.

She was an author, a painter, a downright bitch when she was in the mood.

But she was my mother.

I don’t regret killing her. I kissed her gently on the cheek, with my father, my sister, my aunts, uncles, children and everyone else in attendance.

I pulled the plug. It was only right, as her eldest, that I do the deed.

I miss you mom, you righteous exceptional bitch.