I do not regret killing my mother.

She had alzheimers. My father did the best he could to provide the best care he could.

We toured her favorite place in the whole world, with her in a wheelchair.

We showed her all the love she never showed any of us.

She was an author, a painter, a downright bitch when she was in the mood.

But she was my mother.

I don't regret killing her. I kissed her gently on the cheek, with my father, my sister, my aunts, uncles, children and everyone else in attendance.

I pulled the plug. It was only right, as her eldest, that I do the deed.

I miss you mom, you righteous exceptional bitch.