Mia spent three nights in the hospital.

By the time she was discharged, it was New Year’s Eve and snowflakes had begun swirling in the skies. On the way back in the car, she kept blaming herself.

“Age has caught up to me. My legs aren’t working as well as they should! I hate that I keep making your life difficult.

“I’ve thought about it, Zoe. I’ll give myself a few more days until Jamie is three years old. Then, I’ll check myself into the retirement home. That way, I’ll be surrounded by peo