A Little Holiday Relief

I flew home for the holidays and found Mom in the hospital for small bout of pneumonia when I arrived (is there such a thing as a small bout of pneumonia?). That was a bit of a scare. However, thanks to the good people at Queen's Hospital, she's out and doing well, just in time for Christmas eve. While I feel much relieved, there's still this nagging thought having to do with the mortality of ourselves and everyone we love that just won't go away. I suppose, as we age, it is something everyone must confront and come to peace with. I'm just not there yet nor do I care to speed the process. Perhaps there is some comfort in the angst.