“Life’s Daily Inspiration” Mom On The Journey Home….

Life’s Daily Inspiration-Mom On The journey home
“Life’s Daily Inspiration- Mom On The journey home”

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” Mom On The Journey Home….

This morning I was handed a “Beautiful Rose” well not a real rose that you can physically touch and smell.

But one of those memories to be brought out and savored. Something you and I could never orchestrate for ourselves or someone else.

One of the rarest of “life’s daily inspirations”

To be cherished for as long as I live.

You’re asking yourself what, what is it?

Since Friday, I have been beside my mom’s side,

while she is actively dying she has been unresponsive since then. And has been receiving phenobarbital by sub-q needles.

Every four hours and  her kidneys are shutting down.

My Beautiful Rose was given to me this morning.

Mom had the sweetest smile on her face for the first time. It made me wonder what she was seeing. That was awesome as it was. A jewel of a life’s daily inspiration. But then a couple of hours later she opened her eyes and looked right at me as if she were encouraging me and willing me to know everything’s alright.

No, it’s not alright it could never be alright that my mom was leaving me.

Yes, certainly for a land where we never grow old, for  a land where my Dad, uncles, and grandparents have gone on before. A land where the Lamb is the Light. My own personal belief anyway.

All true, in my head I know all this. I know after 40 years of Hospice care giving and being inspired by countless patients. Your never prepared. For their leaving for that Heavenly home.

In my heart the tears have been unstoppable filling countless buckets and not always just in my heart.

Back to my Beautiful Rose of Life I was given ,by the one who holds all of mom’s Tomorrow’s in the palm of His hand. Who has even numbered the hairs on her head.

I  then asked Mom if she knew who I was? She shook her head she did.

I got a syringe to give her a few drops of liquid,  here was another Beautiful Rose, she mouthed “I love you.” and  drifted back to a state of unresponse.

While I was whispering back “I love you mom”.

I  was still waiting for the Lord to call her home but, what a beautiful Gift to be given to hear the words once more.

I suppose your asking how is that a Beautiful Rose? Roses are one of the most beautiful flowers on earth.  Until the last couple of years since Mom’s Alzheimers had advanced my Mom had always given roses to me on my birthday. For as far back as I can remember, so today’s episode reminds me of Roses  and their Beauty. Including the downside of Roses, that they have thorns. Or do the thorn Bushes have Roses. Life certainly has it’s share of thorns but, thankfully it also has the Roses of Life.

Today I was given the most Beautiful Rose in the world.

To me it was complete with the thorns.  My Mom was dying and had only hours left with me was encouragement from Heaven.

Made more beautiful by knowing that she will be absent from the body and present with Lord.

While I am comforted by my beliefs it still hurts my heart to the core.

Update Friday evening my best friend.

Elaine awakened me where I was getting some much-needed sleep.

I think it was around 9pm Mom’s breathing was worse, no longer quiet as it had been. She was comfortable and no visible signs of discomfort thanks to Hospice. I will always be grateful to them for that. Somewhere around 11:30 pm the Lord called Mom home. To her heavenly home where all her loved ones that have gone on before her were waiting.

I am both heartbroken and rejoicing at her home going.

  Elaine and I being in Hospice for over 70 years combined. 

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Where one day I shall rejoin her and my Dad with the one who holds all our tomorrows in the palm of His hand.

Blessings.

 

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