Mom is comfortably resting, with deep breaths from her diaphragm, eyes closed in solitude, body still. Each week seems like several months have gone by with the rapid changes that we have witnessed in her, from "forgetfulness" to undeniable memory loss, to tremors and difficulty walking, to the intermittent loss of vision, to frightening anxiety, to one word responses and then no responses, from tenseness of muscles to stillness. I wonder what she hears now and takes in from the world around her, the constant hub-bub of Catie-Cate squeeling and nurses visiting, "Mercy, Mercy, Mercy" playing in the background, novels read and prayers shared.
She has embodied the gentle and the strong, the matriarch of our family who has always cooked amazing meals, sewed our outfits, wove our blankets, created a space for creativity to happen, and eeked out whatever creativity we might have hidden down deep in those crevices of our being where no one else bothered to look... there she was... shining her light on all that we could be and all that we are. Thank you Mom!