I have a different final days experience but some of the mundane parts you describe so simply - and achingly - remind me of moments I’d forgotten. And also remind me that 4 years later I haven’t processed some things. Thanks as always for your writing.
Hospice. Been there too many times myself. My deepest fear is the thought of having my family have to go through it with me some day in the future. I suppose it's inevitable, if I live long enough. As much as I enjoy your writing, the reality of life hits me like a cold slap in the face. But having said that. I love these Substack stories. Keep writing. Keep fighting.
Never easy to let go even when we know it's inevitable. Watched my grandpa Harry Crist fight to breathe n then slowly succumb to letting death overcome him. My mother fought to the end then one last breathe n peace for her. My sister has dementia n I see the signs of the impending. Losing love ones always changes us in one way or another. Even if we know the end is near, we fight for one more breathe then let go. Knowing there's a better place for us to live eternally. God bless those who have traveled on n those of us who have to stay behind. Our time too will come. Sooner than we know....
I have a different final days experience but some of the mundane parts you describe so simply - and achingly - remind me of moments I’d forgotten. And also remind me that 4 years later I haven’t processed some things. Thanks as always for your writing.
This is lovely. It brought to mind this song. https://youtu.be/MkJGqRfgxPI?si=zpEkVacfNONL6SIb
Hospice. Been there too many times myself. My deepest fear is the thought of having my family have to go through it with me some day in the future. I suppose it's inevitable, if I live long enough. As much as I enjoy your writing, the reality of life hits me like a cold slap in the face. But having said that. I love these Substack stories. Keep writing. Keep fighting.
Never easy to let go even when we know it's inevitable. Watched my grandpa Harry Crist fight to breathe n then slowly succumb to letting death overcome him. My mother fought to the end then one last breathe n peace for her. My sister has dementia n I see the signs of the impending. Losing love ones always changes us in one way or another. Even if we know the end is near, we fight for one more breathe then let go. Knowing there's a better place for us to live eternally. God bless those who have traveled on n those of us who have to stay behind. Our time too will come. Sooner than we know....