My poor, gentle, confused 92-year-old mother has had a fall and her condition deteriorated badly. Today i went through her drawers to get her socks (she lives in a home and was moved to another room) and found a plastic envelope. I opened it because i thought it was her passport... It had a letter from her mother written over 80 years ago and a huge stash of morphine. I am guessing she had planned to use it as an exit, but never did. I just want to cry and cry... Her mother was murdered not long after the letter was written. Life is so unfair.