Last night, I ask her what she was thinking. She replied, “this is the last time I will help decorate your parent’s christmas tree. This is the last time I will wish your mother a happy birthday.”

And we left soon after that and I wept and she wept and our daughter pointed out to us christmas lights and decorated storefronts and she muttered, “yes, we see them.”

And I choked and held onto the steering wheel and covered my mouth and wiped my tears and barely got us home.