I am sitting here in the hospital beside my Mother’s bed watching her life slowly ebb away. It is only a month since our joyous celebration of her 90th birthday. Just after we left she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and her condition has declined rapidly.
It is the hardest but in some ways the most important thing I have ever done. I am now staying at the hospital sleeping on a couch beside her bed. Sometimes I read to her or recite her favourite poems. Sometimes I hug her and assure her of my love. She is still conscious and I thank God for these precious last days with her.
It hard to watch your mother die,
To watch the spark that gave me life
To see the much loved face
Grow gaunt and lose its smile.
To hold the hands
That once held me in love
And try to comfort through the tears.
It is hard to watch a mother die,
To watch this last hard journey
Grow harder every day.
To know I will not share
Tomorrow’s moments of delight
Until I too prepare to cross the veil,
And on the other side
Find once more that loving smile.