September 13, 2002
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Mom has been kinda grouchy for a few days now. Tonight I crawled into bed with her and she smiled at me. As I was lying next to her singing, she kept rubbing her arm and telling me it hurt. I don’t know why it hurts, but I was filled with compassion for her. I thought about all the aches and pains she must have that she can never verbalize. I thought of how scary it must be to have your brain quit working. I stroked her arm and we ‘talked’ a while. I thought of how often I get mad at her and felt very guilty. “I love you, Mom.” Her eyes closed and my eyes filled with tears that began to spill over as I contemplated her great losses and her impending doom. I cried silently, hoping she wouldn’t open her eyes and see me. What a gift to lie with her and feel her warmth. One of these times will be the last time and I will be left with only memories. She doesn’t even have those. Ruth:1 ¶ Then Naomi her mother in law said unto her, My daughter, shall I not seek rest for thee, that it may be well with thee?
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