Today, we met with hospice for my Mom. Hospice and Mom should never be in the same sentence. Yet, here I am. Today was another step in a journey that has spanned the past eight years. Eight years. I have been losing my mother, mourning her, for eight years. My Mom has advanced Alzheimer's. It has been eight months since I heard her voice. Eleven months since she ate solid food. Feeding her 4 ounces of yogurt took forty five minutes today. The person lying in that hospital bed