With trails of glory...

The Fountains let us down. For what ever reason, they wouldn't administer the morphine to my mom. After the second day of not doing it, I felt the need to bring in a few more prayers. I asked my prayer group for help. The next day I felt the power of Heaven as they did give her the meds. Her body started to shut down. She passed away on September 7, 38 days after my dad. 

It's hard. I've talked to her most days since Callie was born. She became a mother to Hannah, after her mother was killed in an accident.  We were both caring for newborns. It was a strange thing that brought us together. 

I brought her phone home. I was keeping some of her friends up to date. It rang tonight with a reminder for her Macular shot. My first thought was that it would be hard for me to cancel the appointment.  I'm not sure I can say that she won't be coming back. My second thought was that she's not blind anymore.  

Sometimes death is a gift. She was going to loose her leg. Her foot was black when she passed. For whatever reason I hadn't thought about her eyes. It's probably been 20 years since it started. When I helped her at the hospital, the blindness was one of the biggest issues. She was good at hiding it. She can see now. What a gift. 

My heart hurts. Her leaving is not a gift to me, but I'm glad she didn't suffer for long. I'm happy she can see.