{"id":91,"date":"2014-07-20T20:40:17","date_gmt":"2014-07-20T20:40:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-mom\/"},"modified":"2014-07-20T20:40:17","modified_gmt":"2014-07-20T20:40:17","slug":"dear-mom","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-mom\/","title":{"rendered":"Dear Mom"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I still remember when you were lying catatonic in a hospital bed moments away from death, but I don&#8217;t dwell on seeing you under the scratchy sheets with the smell of iodine and beeping of the machines keeping you alive, because I know you don&#8217;t want to be thought of that way. Instead, I chose to focus on the moments that meant something, the moments that mattered. I choose to think of the times we sat in our big backyard and you&#8217;d watch the browning leaves of our oak tree slowly find their way to the grass below, as I scaled its branches. Or hot summer days with instant pink lemonade mix slowly dissolving into the icy pitches of water as condensation gathered on its surface. I know that I can never forget the slow and steady drip of the IV, but that&#8217;s not who you were and that&#8217;s not how I chose to remember you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I still remember when you were lying catatonic in a hospital bed moments away from death, but I don&#8217;t dwell on seeing you under the scratchy sheets with the smell of iodine and beeping of the machines keeping you alive, because I know you don&#8217;t want to be thought of that way. Instead, I chose [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":0,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-91","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-love-letters"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=91"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=91"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=91"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=91"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}