Sitting in her studio apartment, steps away from her hospital bed, she breathes. Labored, unsteady, her body slowly giving way. Family members arrive. One by one, we hold her hands, caress her face, brush her short, silver mane, kiss her sweet forehead. We tell her how deeply she is loved, that it’s ok to let go. We sit in awe, in disbelief, for one is never quite truly prepared for death. We are aware of illness, our own mortality growing older, yet we end up taking time to live rather than focus on death. We are not God, nor do we understand why things happen as they do.
For this moment, there is hospice, comfort care, a caring assisted living staff and a family with love of such magnitude, hearts are full and entrenched with all things Alice. Mom, grandmother, mother-in-law, sister. How we adore all that she is, the comfort of knowing those pearly gates are in her midst. She will arrive in splendor. God’s love lives on, infinitely and she is almost home.