On the 21st, this week, we will experience the longest day of the year. Last night, sitting next to my mom she looked at me, took my hand, and said "I don't think I'm going to live much longer". Talk about an attack on my heart! I know she isn't well, I know she is old (90 later this year!) but still, she is my mom, I love her, like her and enjoy her company. In the years since her husband died we have become very close. My response was "Well, hang in there as long as you can.".
Sitting with mom on the couch, holding her hand, reminds me too much of the same period of time in my younger sister's life, when she was dying of cancer and I had the privilege of spending time with her.
I hope I am a comfort to mom. I hope I can pass her heritage down to my children and grandson. I hope I get through this with grace.
I hope my sense of humor reflects hers and remains intact. Prayers, please.