Sitting here in The Mothership’s room…

[adoptedwriter]

She’s fighting not dying with everything she’s got, but she’s also not fighting to live. She’s half asleep and half awake. She mumbles and I think knows what she wants to say but she’s barely understandable. Still trying to control her destiny but honestly can’t. She’s had some equivalent of “chill pills” but no morphine yet. My brother is coming for next weekend. My mom doesn’t know that. In my head I’m talking to some ancestors asking them to help her. Just help her. Whatever that means. There are photos of her parents and grandparents in the room. It makes me think about that song by The Judds, “Guardian Angels”. She’s so tired. So fckn tired.   I know most of y’all reading this, if you read this, are not into country tunes, but oh man! The lyrics!  
https://genius.com/The-judds-guardian-angels-lyrics