Life and Death

I got to have lunch with my mom by love. She didn’t know who I was until she touched my hand. She then smiled just a little. I helped her get food on her spoon. It was gentle, soft and beautiful in a way. The process of life and death. She is being cared for with tons of love and caring. It is the best and, sadly, all we can do at this point (she is being treated medically, as appropriate). I have seen lots of death in my life and, as a person makes that march, I believe they need to be treated with love and dignity. I am honored to be part of that, no matter how hard it is.