Seeing your 32 year old friend's mother laying still in a pine wood coffin in her living room and knowing that three daughters will never see their mother in this life again. Just last week at this time, she was alive.
I never met her, but I cried. I stood listening to my friend, Grace live up to her name and greet guests for 2 hours on her front porch. Tomorrow, her mom will leave her home, down the porch for the last time.
It breaks my heart and leaves such tender feelings in my soul. This is my first friend who has lost a parent. It evoked such primal emotions in my very soul. My mom called me tonight, this happens once every two weeks and seeing my phone light up with her face made me cry again. I told her, "Mom, my friend's mother DIED... " and we had a kind conversation. Grace's mom was born on my half birthday, 30 years before me.
Moms shouldn't die until they are 90.
Daughter's should not be dealing with those sorts of plans at age 32... and Grace is the oldest of three girls.
Three amazing girls who were gifted with helping their mother go from this life into the next for the last three weeks. They said it was a gift, that death should be like hers and not a sterilized process. I understand that. They were ready to watch her slip peacefully into the night, and that is just exactly what she did.
Still though, it hurts my heart.
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