But I could hardly imagine not doing it.
The Hospice nurse that showed up at my door early Sunday afternoon was a new face, it being a Sunday and all. She was extremely welcomed because having someone in charge was important at that particular time to all of us.
It would be the last time I would assist in cleaning my mother's body. The body that had carried me for nine months and had given birth to me. The body that had grown old and could no longer function. The body that had died.
Now she has a new body. I smiled as I took an afternoon walk with the thought of her walking again, running even...a new body that is no longer sick or riddled with pain. And with a mind that functions perfectly.
(I ran across this several months back when reading about those who had sat with dying parents. It touched a part of my heart and says with a precious simplicity what my heart is feeling right now.)
Gratitude for a precious relationship,
and sadness that it is over,
all combined with relief that frailty and pain are gone.