God DOES Know best

At this time last year I had arrived in LasVegas and was on my way to the hospital. With every breath I was praying that mom would not die before I could get there and say the things that I needed to say. I was the last one of the five of us to arrive, and the next few days were filled with the five of us keeping watch. I went directly to the hospital and never left until after mom died. Mostly, we were all there, other than short breaks. It was hard to see mom like she was, even though I do not believe she was ever in pain. We just watched her get worse, alot because of her refusal for dialysis. I have wondered many times this year why she had to hang on for those last few days. Now, I think something bigger than any of us could realize at the time was going on in that room. Yes, mom was in the process of leaving us, but she was the one thing we all had in common and God was using her to allow us a time to bond as siblings. We are separated by many years and miles. In that room, we spent more time together than we ever had, and probably ever will. I know that what was happening in that room was a blessing to mom, and I pray she heard the laughter, and somehow knew that she was a part of something big that was taking place.