There was no shortage of distractions while escorting my mother towards her end of life.I was grateful for each and every one of them.
It felt as though I were inside a powerful and unexpected storm. Every day brought a flurry of activity inside the house .My mother’s needs changed from one moment to the next while the hospice staff came and went. Her friends were dear and visited regularly. They gave their time and assistance with out hesitation. The caregivers and I became fast friends. I came to rely on every opportunity to listen to the challenges they faced in their own lives as a means for stepping outside of my own. We were in the storm together.