Can't stop crying

I can't stop crying. She heard the bell ring. She walked with the support of her husband. She came and sat down next to me. One seat away from me. She could hardly speak. I smiled at her. She said she wanted to sit next to me. For the first time in her life she was in a nighty. Four sizes too big for her even though it said medium in it's tag. I smiled at her. I was drunk. And I walked away. From one seat away from her and sat at the dining table. And I broke down. I can't stop crying. I haven't spoken to her in years. I can't stop crying. she is 83 and dying. All she wanted was to sit one seat away from me. And she was happy to see me. It was 11 in the night. And I can't stop crying.