My 70-Year-Old Mom Got Surgery for Her Birthday – When She Came Home, Dad Had Removed Every Mirror from Their Bedroom

She wanted to garden without her shoulders aching.

She wanted to cook a meal without sitting down halfway through.

She wanted to spend whatever years she had left without constantly negotiating with pain.

The  surgery went well.

At least, that’s what I believed when I drove her home two days later.

Dad was waiting for us.

From the second we arrived, he fussed over her.

He carried her bag.

Asked if she needed water.

Wanted to know whether the seat belt had hurt.

He hovered so much Mom finally laughed and told him she had survived surgery and could probably survive walking twelve feet to the  bedroom.

Then we walked inside.

Mom stopped.

The large  mirror above the dresser was gone.