Took days to move Jack's mom from one hospice jurisdiction to another.
Now we're at the one nearby, preparing for her to be here.
It's up to the docs. I hope she stays there as long as they'll let us. Beautiful, clean, quiet. We're worn out but like the option of tag-teaming staying there round the clock.
We're tired, sore throats. She's comfortable, declining, but still her personality comes through. Mind sharp as a tack, but preoccupied with dealing with the disease.
We feel surrounded by love and thank you for all your notes and prayers...true friends!! Thank you so much for every word and thought
I go to wash things and sleep and head on back.
I know it's a natural process, but I hate seeing precious ones/things die. When I look at her as she sleeps, I think of the worlds that will die with her, never to be inhabited again. How many worlds we inhabit in this life, though we like to think it's just one. Our universes intersect each other. I'm glad there is God, because the entirety of all those moments we call life deserve to be witnessed in full and savored, and He gathers them all...only He is big enough.
I am finite.
We so briefly touch something we cannot hold.