Since my last post, my mom slipped away but not without a battle. She fought so hard and I continued to believe she would wake up and laugh at the devil and tell him, "not yet buddy", but she got tired and weak and her body let her down. It wouldn't hold up its end of the bargain, and I know she wanted to stay a while longer with us. This fragile, aging tent we live in lasts but so long and under dire circumstances, it just falls apart. Her tent dwelling came apart piece by piece as we stood watch, praying and loving on her.
The moans and groans of pain of which we have no concept were uttered from her ailing body wanting to be left alone. Of course a patient has to be kept clean and dry as much as possible, it made the pain no less excrutiating for mom. Everytime she was touched or moved became a nightmare. I wanted to alleviate this torture but had no way to do it, so I helplessly watched and prayed for relief and healing for her.
Yes, there's consolation knowing that she's in Heaven, but my selfishness wants her here to fill this aching void.
Until later...
