The hospice nurse tells me that she doesn’t think Mama is going to “pull out of this”. We’re on another downhill plunge on the roller coaster that is Mama’s fragile health. We are chugging along up the hill, she seems a bit better, then woosh comes the downhill, and my stomach does flip flops, and I wonder, I wait, for the ride to be over. I call my siblings, and they call their children. The parade of Mama’s children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, and even some great-greats, come to her wee little apartment in assisted living. We talk openly with her and ask if she’s afraid, but she knows in Whom she has believed, and she wonders aloud about what is taking Him so long to take her home. We reassure her that He knows best, He does best, and our whole wonderful, broken but made whole in Him family, waits with her, waits for this wild ride to end.
I give thanks that the final destination is a Real Place, a Wonderful Place, that He has prepared for her.
My continuing gratitude list #870-880
-baby granddaughter’s laugh
-baby granddaughter sitting on my Mama’s lap and giving her great grandma a hug
-middle daughter and my oldest granddaughter and only grandson home for two weeks from South Carolina to see my Mama! (I’m a happy, happy Nana!)
-my grandbabies huge smiles and big hugs when we picked them up at the airport
-my Mama’s face when she saw them
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