It is Thursday afternoon, May 16th, and I am sitting in my favorite chair in my living room with my mom beside me as she waits to meet her Savior. She was sent home with hospice on Tues., and our vigil began. My sisters are staying here with us, and her grandchildren come and go. It is all strangely comforting in some ways, and of course terribly disturbing in others. We take turns sharing stories and memories, shedding tears, and doing our best to keep her comfortable. I do consider it a blessing for all of us to have this time to say our goodbye's. I also am soo grateful that she will not have to deal with the devastating effects of her latest stroke. She looks soo beautiful. My mother's skin is so soft and unwrinkled, truly she looks no where near her 80 years. I am sure I will be dealing with the emotions this is bringing about for some time. I do know I will lean heavily on my God and just do the best I can.