Thankfully, my Mother was released from the hospital after her heart attack.
I brought her home and became her full-time carer.
However, very early one morning three months later, she stopped breathing and I called an ambulance.
Arriving at the hospital she stopped breathing again, and the Paramedics had to resuscitate her in the ambulance.
As I stood in the Ambulance Bay distraught, I stared up through teary eyes at the window of the room where my Mother spent time recovering.
Months earlier, I had sat at that window staring down at the drama of the Ambulance Bay.
This morning, I was part of the drama of the Ambulance Bay.
If only I could have turned back time.