The Last Hours

It's been two-and-one-half weeks now since my mother died. I spend a lot of time reflecting on her final days. She basked in the physical touch and expressions of love that our family was given the gift of giving her. I treasure the moments of stroking her forehead, holding her hand, and telling her I love her...and receiving the same from her. She breathed gently into death as seven of us held her, silently watching and waiting...