Stuffed and runny

Staring at rows of grocery goods, my back leaning on the cashier, beside the toothbrushes and the broth cubes and the spearmint gums, the sentence "I realized that I won't be able to have my Mother again" came, though not verbatim, and surely not as dull as the one I've written just now, nose runny with flu at 1 AM thinking of the exact phrase, the phrase that so captured the whole moment in the grocery, before I manage to sleep while breathing in my mouth.