I have never waited for death in quite this manner. We are very blessed that she has been able to have home hospice care and her caregivers have been awesome. There are no tubes or machines. Just us trying to make her passage from earth into eternity as comfortable as possible.
It is a strange and curious place to be, waiting, (wanting in a compassionate manner) for a loved one to pass. I am deeply comforted by the events of the past week and by the future hope that we truly embrace. I know that my mother is anxious to meet my brother, in whatever way the afterlife provides, and I know that she is ready to shed this earthly body which is now of no earthly good and only a hindrance to the glory that awaits her. I cannot want her to continue in this fragile state. It is so odd to think that while she is technically still alive, she is definitely no longer living. I count it a huge privilege to be present with my father and with her as we wait for her death. Both my father and I are ready for the next stage of adjustment and grief which will surely come. But we are ready to release her from this current state and return to memories of her which include her broad smile, curly hair and winsome personality.
I have thought so often of what we in clergy circles commonly refer to as the Nunc Dimittis, most often recited at the end of a funeral or a memorial, but something that has brought me comfort as I have sought to come to grips with my mom's departure from this world: