Long night

I just flew in and spent the night with Mom last night.  Her eyes were wide open-- a big improvement from the previous couple of days.  She seemed to know who I was and seemed to understand what I was saying, but wasn't able to communicate much herself.  She had things she desperately wanted to tell me, but she couldn't get very far with them.  She kept saying, "Can I tell you what I didn't tell you?"  And then she couldn't get any farther than that.  She just repeated that question for hours.  

Whenever I smiled at her, she gave me the biggest, sweetest smile back.  And when I cried, her eyes would well up and she would say, "Sorry."