Himself is home from his visit in Ohio. Again, I can’t thank everyone enough for their help in making that happen. It was, as well you can imagine, a very bittersweet visit. His mom is in pain, lots of the time, too overcome by pain meds to be lucid, some of the time, and stuck in her bed, all the time. It’s sad, no so much because she’s nearing the end of her life, but that she’s spending this part of it so unlike the feisty “so mad I could just SPIT!” woman she’s been. Alive, but not living.
But he got to visit with her a few times each day he was there, and catch up with his sister and her family as well.
When I think about it, which I don’t, often, it’s not dying that scares me. It’s the thought of being alive but not living.