I’m back from Connecticut. I spent time with my mom. I held her, I hugged her and kissed her. I listened to her talk about her life, I listened to her talk about those who have gone before her, and how she has missed those special people in her life.
She is not afraid to die. She has a wonderful deep belief in God, Jesus Christ and the afterlife. She knows where she is going.
I spoke with her doctors, I heard what they had to say, and although I think it is harder for some of our family to hear, mom is not going to get better. The cancer is spreading, she is getting weaker, and soon she will slip away.
My mother and I found a peace with each other. We were able to tell each other that we love each other.
It is good to be home again. The heat has been brutal, and now I am home I am sitting with my feet up, in the air conditioning with a couple of dackels around me. Yes, it’s good to be home!