Mom died yesterday morning. And now a mix of feelings, but more relief than sadness at this point. She was suffering and fighting, and she doesn’t have to do that anymore. Whether or not God has taken her home, or she’s now with Dad, it is a weight lifted knowing that there is no more struggle for her.
The brief service at the entrance of the hospice center was perfect, enough for me, at least, to observe a transition, and to release us to a period of rest and then preparation for the gathering of family and friends who will want to pay their respects a little over a month from now, when we gather to remember and celebrate a life of consequence and considerable brightness.
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