Nina Riggs

(02 December 2020) It has been 18 years to the day since my mother died. I will always remember her last words to me. She was in her bed in Spruce Lodge, a long term care home in Stratford. I was in a chair pulled up to her side. Her breathing was shallow. I spoke to her mostly to fill in the silence. I’m not much of a conversationalist at the best of times. I get even worse when the person I’m talking to doesn’t respond. After a while, I leaned in close and asked, Are you there, mum? She opened her eyes briefly andRead More →