I don’t know what to write. It is a confusing and sad time for all of us as we sit around my mother’s nursing home room, waiting for her cardiac rehab to begin on Monday. She’s scared. We’re all scared. Everyone cares about each other. Everyone is trying to do their best. But conversation is hard. My mother is physically uncomfortable and we’re all stilted in our strange, mass-produced chairs dispersed around the room. My sister is a star at being patient and generous. She’s trying to help our stepfather get on top of the financial details of their lives since my mother usually takes care of those things. And…