henry

I can remember how I was summoned to Doverpark Hospice by my nephew in the wee hours. I can still remember clearly…an old, weak and fragile woman lying in bed.  My siblings and I witnessed… the moment of truth…mustering all her strength to take in her last breath of earthly-air and returning it to mother-nature.

At that moment, I felt a sharp pain in my heart…a pain that cannot be described by words…as though a sword had been drawn into it.

For today, December 11^th marks  the second anniversary of my mom’s death…..