Lots of time to think this last week.
You know it’s traumatic and difficult for the baby at birth. We usually focus on the mom. But the little baby is born in great discomfort.
Death is much the same.
When we die, most of us die slowly. And with great discomfort. Dying is not an easy process for most people. I have cared for many people as they died in hospitals. Now, I’m watching my mom. And trying to make her comfortable. She tells me daily that she wants to go ‘home’. My dad and brother are ‘home’. And now that my sister has returned to her faith and her God, my mom can rest. But it’s slow and difficult.
I’ve cared for many in the process of dying. But I think my heart is being torn from me this time.
When they thought mom had cancer but weren’t sure and she didn’t want to pursue any surgery or treatment I was so afraid mom would have terrible pain. I cried and I prayed. God spoke to me. He said that he loves my mom and has always been very good to her and to trust him. He spoke this to my spirit and mind.
Babies and the elderly, they have much in common. I think that’s why they usually like each other.