There are so many realizations that come along as you are part of the end of someone’s journey. You realize that there really is a time to die. You suddenly realize someone NEEDS to die. Then you hate yourself for that thought. You don’t want that. The conflict is human and it’s desperately inescapable. It’s a terrible place, the last steps to home. It’s also a sacred place, and if you can be there for someone, it’s the last and most precious gift you can give them.
Bubble’s mom is struggling with ALS and that burden is heavy. It is something that is happening to both of them. I just walked the path of fast progressing fatal disease with both of my parents, the road is hard and unforgiving. Continue reading