As our family gathers around Mom waiting to see if her next breath will be her last –
I keep expecting her to sit up and make a quip about what we’re all doing here.
As we ate dinner last night, we laughed and laughed – I thought about how
she would have been right in the middle of the fun laughing uproariously with
the rest of us. Oh, did my Mom know how to have fun!
And, now as we wait and watch and tell her how much we love her, moisten her lips, and visit and talk – I wonder how much she’s aware of, how much she can
hear, what she can sense about what’s going on, but most of all I hope she somehow
can feel the love in the room – the love for her that binds us.


