Sir Bic, it is hard to follow. I’ve decided the quotes are not attributed to one person, I need to change it. But its also cryptic, only someone who lived a parallel experience would recognize the exchange. The quotes are her’s, I have no voice until the last sentence. My last word is my first word.
My mom died from alcoholism on 2/15/11. squared32 is a synopsis of actual exchanges during the week of 11/18/2010. I had been elected to talk her into Hospice services; it didn’t go over very well.
But you bring up a central point: I can’t follow this story around my whole life and explain it, so I’ll edit it and ask for your opinion?
I have a hard time writing about this part of my life, its embarrassing. And when I do write about it the story is frenetic and chaotic, but real. I enjoyed the challenge of trying to define this part of my life in this two dimensional box offered by Ficly. The box consists of 1024 spaces, or 32 squared.
Sir Bic 
32 Squared