When you sit quietly holding the frail, arthritic hand of someone while she sleeps to escape the pain …. it alters something fundamentally within the Soul. It shifts …. everything. The past cease to exist. The old hurts no longer have any hold.

The gateway to the heart fully opens, and oohhh the beautiful agony of it.

She asks me what purpose does she have for living anymore. How do I tell her she is tearing open my heart and causing me to see more clearly in so many subtle ways?

And my courageous and amazingly strong Mom … I see her exhaustion and her determination and her compassion and her pain. I wonder if she sees the beauty that I see? I wonder if she knows her smile can change my world?

I am both of them, and they are me.

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