So today, my youngest sister calls to tell me that this is it, the day, 60 years after she delivered the beloved son, she dies. All my life I wanted to be the one she was with when she took her last breath. “We can do this mom,” I have always wanted to say. Not as a doctor, or a mother, or a friend but as a great fan and precious devotee. The last breath is a pretty major leap in faith. No body knows what happens next, no matter what they say. It may even be that as we leap into death, holding on to the moment when darkness falls, we find ourselves on another upswing, some where out of sight.
the last breath, Sept 25, 2022
the last breath, Sept 25, 2022
the last breath, Sept 25, 2022
So today, my youngest sister calls to tell me that this is it, the day, 60 years after she delivered the beloved son, she dies. All my life I wanted to be the one she was with when she took her last breath. “We can do this mom,” I have always wanted to say. Not as a doctor, or a mother, or a friend but as a great fan and precious devotee. The last breath is a pretty major leap in faith. No body knows what happens next, no matter what they say. It may even be that as we leap into death, holding on to the moment when darkness falls, we find ourselves on another upswing, some where out of sight.