Hey, life? Are you kidding me?

Sitting by Mema

I sit bed side at the greatest woman I know. In 97 years she's seen so much; in 48 years, I've learned a mountain of knowledge from her.

She's dying, at home as is her wish. I feel guilty because my sadness over losing her is greater than my happiness for her to go to the blessed life after.

She is not in pain, but she is not herself. She would hate for anyone to see her like this. My prayer is that her spirit and mind are not completely here right now. Her determination to care for us and not being able to would bring her anguish.

She was born before women had the right to vote. She had her first kiss at 11. Lied about her age at 17 so she could get a job as she finished business school early. Had her tonsils out as an adult with only ether for anesthesia. Made every Easter dress I ever had. Volunteered at the Senior Center when she was 20 years older than many of those she served. Mowed her own lawn and did maintence on the mower until she was 94.

I could go on and on about the example she has set for not only us but all who know her. I miss her already, even as she squeezes my hand. Thank you, God, for the gift of Mema.

Rest dear Mema and thank you for everything,
Audra

Gratitudes:
1. I am grateful for being able to help take care of Mema....she has spent a lifetime serving others.
2. I am thankful for sister Amy and her knowledge as a hospice nurse to help us during this time.
3. I am appreciative of the rain and cooler weather.
4. I am grateful for the caregivers and their compassion.