When I returned to my mother and stepfather, the reality of her end of life process began to take root in my thoughts and emotions. At times it felt unreal. This woman who had loved and guided me to a state of independence now needed me to take over what her role had been.
In a single moment our roles were reversed. Everyone was looking to me for direction and information.There was no room for fear. All that mattered was to make sure she knew how loved she was. The best ways to do that were by ensuring her comfort, listening to her and holding her hand when she felt frightened.
The attention required for the details of her care were a blessed distraction.