Crisp fresh fallen snow as I step outside.
He watched her last breaths.
Dad greets me at mom’s door.
There are beautiful butterflies on the door. (This is hospice’s symbol that the room is not to be disturbed).
We step through the door.
Mom is warm and quiet.
She is wearing a shirt with butterflies on it. (I think I need to lie down with all these symbols of snow and butterflies!)
Death has come to her body.
Thursday, December 26th, 2013 at 7:00am.
Kisses, kisses and more kisses.
I lay my head in her arm in disbelief.
I lap up her presence.
I am enveloped by her love.
Tears slide down my cheeks.
My sister arrives.
We walk to the hospice living room.
M reads Psalm 23.
Dad talks about his sorrow and gratitude.
The boys arrive to an empty room.
A red rose is on the counter.
We say our goodbyes.
On the memory Christmas tree we write Nana’s name and we take an angel home for our tree.
Then we lace up our skates and head out into the outdoors that Nana loved dearly.
I love you mama!