It's awe inspiring, but not really scary.
My mom is spending her last night at home in the house where she's lived for almost 40 years. Tomorrow the ambulance will take her to inpatient hospice care.
It's time for her to die.
It's sad and heart breaking, but not really scary.
I lay in bed next to her tonight and watched the storm. We listened to the wind howl and the tree branches crack under the weight of all the snow. We hugged and laughed and cried.
She's weary. She's ready. It's time.
Thunder snow is very rare. I'm glad I got to experience it.
I'm grateful I was able to be here to help mom with her transition. To let her know I love her and it's ok to move on now.
I pray I brought her some comfort in the midst of her storm.
“To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heavens. [Ecclesiastes 3:1]”