Every day___ every day she’s still here is a gift. Some days she sleeps. Some days she chats and laughs. Why she lingers here with no meds, no blood transfusions disputes science so we simply stopped asking questions and take each day as a gift and enjoy her smiles, her whispery words, her sudden bursts of energy. We read to her, make her fav foods of which eats a couple bites. It makes me wonder about those dying that don’t have family surrounding them, a community of care workers. Dying at home has been a beautiful yet long process. Every day we wonder if this is the day. We check for the signs, the changes in breathing, skin, mind…every day we wonder and every day we have an extra is truly a beautiful gift. Every day feels poetic, they float into each other feeling nonreal, light and loving. . When this is done, I am thinking to write a how to guide on dying at home as that is where my mind is every day. It’s been about 6 weeks when we thought is was a matter of hours. . . . #dyingathome #dyingduringthepandemic #deathbed #agift #gratitude #poetic #poems #grateful #mother #community #communitysupport #peaceful #finaldays #everyday #sunday #readingtoher https://www.instagram.com/p/CBJcVIVBGUk/?igshid=v5md0h0zop6n
