Last night, we drove toward the setting sun with it's purples and pinks and oranges glowing in the sky. What a breathtaking gift from God.We parked the truck and walked up to the beautiful stone covered building...quiet surrounded us.
Finding her room in a maze of halls with lovely paintings on the walls. Gorgeous cherry woodwork lined the windows where the moon now shone.
There she lay. Under a warm blanket with a mask to help her take in the oxygen that she needed. So small and frail. Asleep from the painkillers.
Gently whispering her name. Her eyes open, and she smiles in recognition. We talk just for a minute. The medicine makes her eyes heavy.
I'm the last to leave. I hold her hand. The warmth from it still seers my heart. How can someone so alive be so close to death? She is ready. She has verbalized it over and over. This place is perfect she says. Is she referring to the hospice house or her home awaiting her shortly?
For one who is usually at no loss for words, I don't know what to say. So...I whisper, "I'll see you soon."
She replies,"Yes, I'll see you soon."
Sweet blessings,
