We gently shift into a new gear.
We leave the hospital tomorrow with hospice care at home.
Tonight, we live into the questions. And there are many.
One of her nurses from last week stops by to check on her even though she isn’t her nurse tonight.
It is time to love in new ways.
As I sit by her bed, she takes a sip of water between naps. I am the one blessed to offer a cup of cold water.
I stroke her head, tell her how much I love her, and what a great Mom she is and has been to me.
I play old hymns at her bedside on my computer that she has sung in church all of her life. Songs like Amazing Grace, How Great Thou Art, A Mighty Fortress Is Our God, Peace Like a River, and dozens more.
My dad married Jimmie Ruth Hudson on August 1, 1968. I was thirteen at the time.
And now forty-two years later, I remember how she taught me to be a loving stepparent by being one herself.
I pray I have learned the lessons well.