Someone told you that angels slip in the window and hold your hands as you die. Your last breath escapes with a whisper and they rescue your soul from a frail, broken body. Slipping through the open window, they bring you from this world to the next, helping you find your way Home.
I went to you and whispered my goodbyes. I told you I loved you and that you are the kind of woman that makes me proud of my family. I told you I would be okay and that I would make sure my mother was okay, too. You couldn’t talk – only with your eyes and the nod of your head – so I asked through my tears if you loved me, too. You nodded and closed your eyes as a tear fell out and landed against the folds of your nursing home sheets.
It’s so hard to say goodbye to someone who shaped your whole life.
I love my grandmother so much. As much as I will miss her, I wish for her peace to come quietly and with haste. To suffer like that is unbearable to watch.
I opened the window of her room before I left.
Please keep her in your prayers as she prepares for this journey.