![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Mom is finally at peace with things, I think. She dropped me a short note about how she and my Grandmother had been able to talk last night while she was fairly lucid, and it didn't devolve into a snarling scream-fest. That mom said things she needed to say, and they've made peace.
That actually signals something to me - it tells me that she's stopped fighting, probably in every sense.
The part of me that is very american and can't stand the idea of looseing, (ie, dieing in this case,) is selfish enough to ask why she doesn't keep fighting, but the much, much bigger part of me just wants her to have a gentle goodbye, a a quiet passage.
Really, in the end, that's all I can wish for any of us. Life takes it's ups and downs, hits it share of snags and pits, but in the end we are all made equal.
It's been a long week since monday. The dr's think she probably won't last through the weekend, but we've been told that before.
I think maybe this time it's different.
- K.
That actually signals something to me - it tells me that she's stopped fighting, probably in every sense.
The part of me that is very american and can't stand the idea of looseing, (ie, dieing in this case,) is selfish enough to ask why she doesn't keep fighting, but the much, much bigger part of me just wants her to have a gentle goodbye, a a quiet passage.
Really, in the end, that's all I can wish for any of us. Life takes it's ups and downs, hits it share of snags and pits, but in the end we are all made equal.
It's been a long week since monday. The dr's think she probably won't last through the weekend, but we've been told that before.
I think maybe this time it's different.
- K.
