The Slow Decline
Friday, July 31, 2020
My mother’s health is declining. She is depressed, and I am unable to hug her or hold her hand. It is a very sad thing to watch my mother sadly fade away. I think that she’s dying. Without human touch, I don’t know if she will recover from this one.
I pray for her to regain strength, but I wonder if a stronger force is calling her in another direction.
Perhaps my Dad and grandparents are calling to my mother. Perhaps I have to let her go. I feel as though I’m 6 years old again and in kindergarten. Mom is leaving me, and I must stay behind. My heart cries out; “Don’t go Mommy!”. Still, she left. Today I face the same struggle in my heart.
Good-bye Mom. I will hold our happy days in my heart as I continue to watch the slow decline.