It’s the third day that Mom has been “unresponsive.”
Once again, I try to figure out
as I watch her breath, stop breathing…start breathing
ever weaker, ever fainter, ever more shallow in the air she takes in.
How long can it last?
Why is she hanging on?
What does it all mean?
Can we really will ourselves to remain
– or is God just taking awhile
for purposes we will never know until it’s our turn
to breath…and stop breathing…and then fly into the arms of the all loving One
who made the body we are leaving behind.
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