Feeling like my feet are in quicksand.   Knot in my stomach.  I had a friend say, it is like a bad dream that you can’t wake up from.  Watching my mother decline .  Her staring out the window.  Asking questions with no answers.   Why are there pictures in the tv.?   I don’t know.   Why did theyshoot people in Boston? I don’t know.  Always questions.  Trying to be back in control.  I would love to feel in control.  Watching a movie and know after the two hours the lights will come on and I can walk out into the sun.