Grief is a wild landscape. I'm glad you can find moments of lightness. May your mother's passing be peaceful.
I asked my dad how he was doing during his last week of life, when he could no longer speak and was bedbound. He shrugged, then closed his eyes, let his head flop to the side, and stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth. I said, "Don't you dare play dead on your deathbed!" in a fake-mad tone, then we grinned at each other. It's one of my favorite memories from that time.
Grief is a wild landscape. I'm glad you can find moments of lightness. May your mother's passing be peaceful.
I asked my dad how he was doing during his last week of life, when he could no longer speak and was bedbound. He shrugged, then closed his eyes, let his head flop to the side, and stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth. I said, "Don't you dare play dead on your deathbed!" in a fake-mad tone, then we grinned at each other. It's one of my favorite memories from that time.