I have the unshakable impression of a toddler who is overtired, but who refuses to go to sleep.
My mother is on nearly the maximum doseage of meds she can have. She’s not aware or lucid. She’s moaning with every exhalation. We’re all wishing that she, like the toddler, would just relax and drift off…
Hang in there, sweetie.
…I’m right here….vibing…
I’d like to have something incredibly profound, poignant, and perfectly relieving for you, but…
We’re with you at the Eyrie. That’s all I got.
The exhalation moan is familiar to me. I hope it means for you what it meant for me.
Love you.
May your Mom go soon to the other side.
Thinking of you and your family.
It’s so hard to watch someone linger like that. When I went through it with my Gram (though she did not suffer, luckily), it was very tough to reconcile the feeling of “please stay” with “please go.” I’m sorry you have to go through this.
Sweetie, you know we’re with you in spirit.
I will be thinking of you and your mom. Hold tight; her journey is nearly done.
My Dad was only in that place for 24 hours, it was a blessing when his brain quit fighting with his body.
Soon, I hope, for your Mom too.
Sending constant warmth and love from afar. Haven’t stopped thinking about you, despite the lack of comments. I check in with you every day.
All will be well, and all will be well, and all manner of things will be well.
Sorry I haven’t stopped by for a while. I’ve been traveling with my family and just now got a chance to get caught up with you. I see that your Mom has passed. I remember feeling just the same way as you when my Dad was dying. I’m relieved that your Mom isn’t hurting anymore.
Sending you love.