I've been spending the last few days watching the Lord take Mom to heaven. I sit by the bed and watch her breathing, looking for a change in the pattern. Sometimes, the kids, Karen, Dad, and family friends are in the room, but most of the time, I find myself wondering how to be.
I don't know when the end will come for her, but I am willing to sit by her bed and wait with her. I think about all the ironies.