My mom passed away on August 18, 2024. She wasn't very old by today's standards--a young 78. Her prognosis a year ago was terminal cancer, yet she and her husband (her third husband) wanted to fight to keep her alive as long as possible.
During this time, I stayed close to my mother's side. We may not have always been together physically, but she was with me spiritually. I kept tabs on her, prayed for her daily, sent her remote energy healings, and even brought her food for a while.
Nothing was enough. The level of care my mother needed was beyond my abilities alone. They say it takes a village to raise a child. Well, it also takes a village to care for the dying.
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