Tag: death
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Low Toned Conversations
Sitting with mom when dad was dyingI was a middle daughter. dwelling in the gurgling breath of silenceHaving loving low toned conversations with mom. Death stood waiting softlyMom ~ recognized Death was present to take Dad home.Weightless ~ Grace settled on Dad’s shoulders. Quietly preserving this space Preserving this time, Until Death stepped forward Gurgling…
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Waiting for Death
Waiting for death is a strange thing. When you know someone is going to pass; Death is coming; so you just know. But it hasn’t hit you … yet. You stay separated; almost disjointed from the shadowed life. Decisions are made to try and restore life. And we wait while dialysis is started and a…