Sister Gwen asked me if I wanted to guest blog while here in Texas. It is sweet of her to give me a chance to give my perspective of the journey that our mother is taking. I think we are all on the same page--weary and waiting. Death is a cruel experience, no matter what the circumstance. It creeps along or it snatches furtively. It drags out suffering or it cuts short energy. Death is fearful and unknown--like being born, it is a once in a lifetime occurrence; no dress rehearsals.
Mom is a weary traveler, with her children encouraging her on. This weekend is the birthday bash, celebrating 91 years. She is definitively rallying for the occasion! Still, worries crowd her mind--about her children, her home in Kansas, the dying process. She relishes the quiet and ordered surroundings of her home, but she is unusually cooperative about the upcoming weekend. Mom knows she can escape to her bedroom if the partying gets out of hand. Time to celebrate! Let the wild rumpus begin!
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Beautiful and compassionate. Thank you, sister.
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