My mom hangs on like Geronimo.
She even looks like him with her deep set eyes, high brow and strong nose.
Not sure why she's fighting so hard- my sister and I held her hands and told her we were there for her and to let go. We really thought this was it.
She squeezes our hands and keeps on going.
I told her- whatever took care of you in this life will look after you in the next and to be at peace.
She ignores that and clings to life.
There's a warrior inside her and she wants that to be her mark.
To watch this proud woman taken down breath by breath is really really hard.
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