Mary Bonner, one of my sisters, is very close to death as I write these words. No, I did not use a euphuism, “near the end of her earthly pilgrimage,” or some such. Mary had no time for calling death something other than what it is. Her hospice bed is in the living room of her house, and her children are providing superb care, along with the hospice nurses. This morning her breathing changed and ability to speak diminished. Her children and grandchildren are with her, in person and in the case of a geographically distant family, by phone. I would not be surprised if she passes before this draft is posted on the web.
Jason, one of her sons, reported on her condition, and added a paragraph, which I quote with his permission:
Continue readingMom regularly visited Marj Dolan, a widow from church who was living in a nursing home. Mom would visit her faithfully once a week, I would visit somewhat often as her ”computer tech guy.” Marj was loved by our family and by our church, but in 2019 she had a stroke and quickly moved into hospice care. Mom invited her to spend her last days of life at our house, so she could be cared for by people who loved her. She moved into the guest room. Hospice was in and out, and Mom along with us kids took care of her. Mom showed her love and care in those final days of her life, those days in which you are completely helpless and at the mercy of those around you. The unlooked-for blessing of being around the death of others is much more clear now, but those experiences have helped prepare me and my siblings for the inevitable death we would have in our future.