Thursday, October 4, 2012
I'd never watched anyone die before today, not the last difficult hours. As my brother said, "Dying is hard work." After a several-years-long, sad dwindling away, my 94-year-old mother was released from her frail body. Clinically, it's an amazing process the body goes through to prioritize its final functioning. Emotionally, it is difficult to observe the natural physical progression of death. The grief of losing my loved one was tempered with the relief of seeing her valiant struggle for each ragged breath give way to peace.